Late Nights

I remember wondering about life

While the traffic rolled by

That quiet afternoon

In an uptown café

There were always faces

Around me that I could rely

Upon knowing remained nearby

Without voices; only eyes

Powerful in their resonance

Whatever my shadows around

Their souls told my story

Aloud without resonance

Simply shouting symbolic gestures

While I wondered casually in fear

~

In poetry the writer’s speaker

Is a suggested … the solo inspiration

Of a singular human being’s psyche,

Drawn from imagery and metaphor

Meant to take away the burden

Always carried within the soul

~

A method of departure that day is common

While always around and near me, in You