by AnnaB

Created on: February 08, 2011

City sidewalks, falling snow

Old men shuffling feet, grasping a thread bare coat, no place to go.

Passerby’s seeing a ragged and worn out, weathered face turn away.

Never seeing my eyes, I turn away, wandering through to another dusty day.

Crumbling buildings, falling factories, no place to go—

I wander looking for just someone who might know…

No one knows my name.

Not even I know from where I came.

Shuffling my feet, I walk along the city sidewalks, lingering to stare once or twice at a stray pigeon.

Watching the snow fall, I lift up my eyes, and see someone else’s tears, I know I must move on.

Daring once to believe in love, I long once and again, to know where love does chime.

Love it is for what I am searching, love it is for what I long, moving on, I know it’s not my time.

Love, it lingers in the air.

Love whispers once again, “won’t you be mine”, love whisper’s once and again, “I truly for you care”.

But it is a memory a memory that lingers but a moment as the snow falls.

How long ago, it was that I heard these words “won’t you be mine”, listening how soon I know no one to me calls.

Won’t you be mine? I love you.

Turning away, my eyes have forgotten that once I too walked the path of full rue…

Be mine, won’t you be mine?

City sidewalks, you’ve become my home, my love, and my whine…

Cold city sidewalks, I see the falling snow.

No place to go, the streets they are mine, did you not know?

If only, if only someone would open their eyes, look my way.

But they’ve all passed be by, where, oh, where is love that will walk with me this day?

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