Walk in the Rain
In the rain—
One hazy day;
Drizzle and fog horns
By the bay,
I feel I’m walking
On a grave.
The city’s lost
In a mist;
Not even sure
What century it is.
But I’d follow
This street
To eternity
If I knew
You’d be there
Waiting
For me.
Does the mood of the first part imply he knows the second half is not likely to be true?
An excellent question based upon your insight into the poem, Arthur. You once said I should have more readers - I can't imagine how mere numbers would satisfy my need to be understood when that is accomplished by having one perceptive reader like you. Thank you, my friend. And yes, your proffered explanation is true.
...and Alex ducks his head shyly, but cannot find the words he wants...so wisely, he bites his moustache and keeps quiet.
I think I am more surprised than you are when it turns out I touched something in a dream and it turned out to be real, of the shape I imagined.
You're very humble, my friend, an excellent quality to possess.
What a fine post. I was expecting a decent pictorial representation of some sort. What I got was a wonderful little poetic panorama, with views of both an external world and an internal word. Sublime and beautiful.
Thank you, @majes.tytyty - sometimes I think poetry is a bridge between the world within and the world without
Thank you! That's an excellent way of characterizing poetry.
Thanks for the encouragement, @majes.tytyty :)