Tony Wallin Poet Blank verse

I Caught Eyes With the Man On the Street

i caught eyes with the man on the streets
cracked weathered hands 
beating upon the newspaper racks
to no tune except for the symphony in his head
he is lost from the looks of the external
but  internally he is calm and relaxed
the headphones that he wears play no sound 
only replaying voices and memories from another time
something his mind is able to travel

he people gazes and rests upon the press democrat box
with style
we catch eyes once again
i have known this man before
i have met him, but where and how
most importantly why have i met him
maybe upon the train track yards or saloons 
around the dusty american dreamed towns
desolate and forbidding to the common folk
i have come across this street dwelling man before
perhaps another life time 
either past or future
i have a common memory of this poor soul
a soul with a heart taht shines big wide eyes
eyes that scream please help or talk to me
but all the hip santa rosan residents
with there fad hair cuts and uncomfortable looking walks
each step they take looks painful to the gut
they all fly by with no care or even a wince
as if he doesn't exist in their world

we catch eyes once more
i know this man
my eyes watrer up with tears
i have put a pause on my american dreamed adventures
i went too far down the road
i was succombed by the uglyside of rambling 
and life and death gambling
this man and i perhaps onced played as children
running in a field with no cares
laughing as the prairer dog free among the praires
it is possible i saved his life
it is more probable he saved mine
somewhere down the road someday
where the dust never settles in arm reach
and the clearest visible sight
is only what you can dream

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John Lawless May 16, 2015 at 10:18 PM A somewhat depressing - yet uplifting - write Tony. Could do with some tightening up and a few spelling correction although the nucleus of it has a wonderful feel to it. ((suggestions offered in friendship for your perusal))