Hunger
Walking down a crowded street
with a cool breeze at my back
smells from a food vendor linger
and I stop for a seafood snack
I sit upon a nearby bench
and stare off into the wayward night
the moon she peeks around the clouds
and a lonely star is shining bright
My mind drifts off into that wayward night
to a time when all the stars would shine
a time when it was just you and me
and everything seemed right
Oh how I hunger
I hunger for those times
when words were loud
and feelings strong
and nothing could go wrong
Oh how I am starving
starving for those simpler days
where thoughts roamed free and easy
the winds were soft and sweet
our muse was much ablaze
and not a feeling was asleep
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2015
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