When the midnight
Hour calls
Without fanfare
Empty halls
A passageway
To lead
To lonesome roads
And noisy heels.
Quiet streets
Passing cars
Falling thoughts
Invisible scars
Inner moments
They become
Children lost
Counting cost.
A familiar road
Footsteps to lead
Silence still
Loneliness to breathe
Upon the cold air
Inner dreams
Somewhere beside
A peaceful stream.