The Melancholy Shoe

Another day has passed and here I am sitting in the dark waiting for you to come to reminiscence with me in the wavering sun. Days have passed and I have watched evenings melting in the crusty ground and I have to ask myself what wickedness have I done? The harden tears cannot flow and I am not sure which way to go. The evening gets longer and the night gets shorter and river beyond the hill cannot keep still, water is flowing around and swelling up the entire town and the anxious eyes are waiting around for something dynamic to happen. I got caught up with the moment when deep reach out to deep and all you can see are the clouds rolling over in the sky and the brand new bullet train clearing the track at one hundred and eighty six miles per hour and the thermostat in the room regulating the heat at one hundred degree Fahrenheit. And I wait for you to come and sit with me in the sun drenched heat and sip margarita and beer with me in the street and listened to the music rolling with the traffic. I am waiting for you to come so that we can have some fun I want to roam the street at nights and watch the ridiculous cock fights I am waiting for you to come to sit on the steps and watch the moon and the stars romancing with each other and absorb the fragrance from the lavender and listen to the midnight chorus. Is it melancholy, bitter or sweet? The mercenaries are riding in from the deep? Is it the Silk Road laden with gold or the stock exchange market moving in three fold? As I wait for you to come destiny got up and run and just as I thought everything was dead, destiny sets the world on fire again and there you were standing there. I took a good look at you to make sure that it is you and there was no mistake in identify, it was you standing there wearing that melancholy shoe with that surprised look on your faces as you walk through the iron gate.