Walking discourse

Along a familiar street I walk. Cold darkness surrounds me in a
weird threatening way.
Houses long ago put to sleep.
Inhabitants slumber, lost in the limbo of

Oblivion.
Oh! How I envy them. An envy that borders
on hate.

In a desert I walk. I thirst for what they
have but do not know.
I know what they have, I have
not.
but once had
and let go.

The
cars pass.
Do they see me? Do their riders assume I travel to
some unknown destination?
A method to this
madness?

"Stranger, what brings you out at this late
hour? On this cold night?"
Yes. What brings me out?

Will it bring me back?
Will I know what I once
knew?
Will I have what I once had?

A poet
quoted long before. Quoting a raven, "nevermore."
I hear
ravens. They speak to me out of shadows.
A soft whisper.. The
only sound I hear.
Stop!
leave me to dream my dreams.

to create hope from dispair.
Daring to believe in
promise and the coming of the sun.
the sun.
The
coming of the sun.