Promenading

I wish the clouds to mask the sun

That gives my legs this urge to run.

Yes, reader, yes;

Light does rob the soul of calm.

Tired feet on the pavement

Of shadows’ outlines deprived.

I feel.

As I cross the bridge

With steps like feathers,

I feel!

I am for an instant,

Moment in seconds dissolved.

Melancholy

From the bitter chance of rain,

From the tender smell I smelled

Which opened in my past a door.

Thus I felt

As the gold ray bled the wound

Lighting up the path again.

Even the truth in the little

Can nothingness overcome.

I conform.

Hope takes flight

As the yellow on me pours.

Mere flesh again.

Flesh that in apathy goes.