Is this all?

In the maelstrom of bustling street-life, I am unperturbed,

Content in my way and yours

We are all going the same direction.

Going and going on, never-ending,

Journey, stops and starts

Every day the same.

This is the life I have come to see, and love.

Was I half-shut to the ever-increasing void?

Seen in the stress in my voice? As I lay out my plan before you.

I saw an opening in the cracks through the skies

Of a shine that was coming through,

Promising me something more,

I wanted to catch and embrace it,

But it slowly drifted upward more

Until I couldn’t see it.

And again, we took to the streets,

To meaningful engage the existence that we brought.

The opportunity to begin again,

Lately more than a puff of smoke

From that old engine of mine.

Is this all there is?

After

Street sight is long, run-by the forlorn,

A cloud settling across. The street mastered by a turn, as ghosts come and go.

Darkness one thinks she sees, ghosts flashing across trees, deafening cries of the lost souls from purgatory,

Lingering in her mind the fraternity,

Their callings exciting the moon

And along comes the white and spot of lunar light and valleys of doom,

There she finds Silence rambling, the day languishing, but not in the heart of someone lying down.

Curious she bent Surprised to find one who rose to meet her, with a crown.

The light brighter than before. Enlightened, wonder-awed, by the face,

She fell into the calm, the breeze behind.

And saw the street unlike before.