Street of Dreams

 

The street of dreams,
Night filled with light,
Alleys lead to doorways,
The lark issues her call, as,
Footsteps break the silence.

Men visit with their visions,
Alive with a hope,
With their will, they go forth,
To empty doorways that lie astray,
On promises of a foreign land.

On the wings of tomorrow,
And the wishes of today,
Alcohol and drugs might make you mine,
The silent prayers go unanswered,
While the priestess sits in solitude.

The desert wind kicks up at night,
The street fills with desert sand,
Stars scatter across the sky,
Motions slow, the cold descends,
Silent, the night slips away.

Unbecoming is man,
In hope he stays,
The street of dreams,
A street of hope,
A street to far.

Most fail to reach the door,
Fall astray on whims of chance,
Or slayed by their evil paths,
Together and forever they wish they were,
But fall they do as most must do