For the night air had just in breeze settled
A crisp evening rain cleansed the local streets
When walking tonight I questioned mettle,
the kind allows our confidence that metes
the many challenged moments speak alive
to ask ourselves just what it is we want
when asking spiritual souls to thrive.
What then steps in to be our only haunt
becomes the nature of our slow decline
that piece of fear that seeps inside the mind
wallows in the misery, a shallow whine,
then sudden turns of past response rewind.
For is the stroll a dream, casual walks
that savor our world by time’s master clock
