A Late Night Walk by Amergin

I am walking down the sidewalk
Through the darkened neighborhood
Feet thudding through the snow
Fingers grazing the icy wood
I stare above the ghostly streetlamps
And into the cloud covered skies
To find myself staring into the depths
Of the color of your hazel eyes

I stroll on down the slushy street,
A shadow dancing in the gloom,
Treading softly upon the pavement
My footsteps echo in the tomb
I look upon a frozen snow bank
Weary eyes are turning glossed
And there in the blackened shade
I see your smile etched in the frost

I softly pad up to the darkened porch
Hearing the water lightly drip down
Snow falling from my dampened shoes
Remnants of my saunter round town
I easily open the two front doors
To escape the winter of a dying year
I tilt my head and silently listen
To your laughter singing in my ears

© Nathan Tompkins