And as I walked those roads
That led to my obscure path
Where dancing shadows greeted guests
In hostile hospitality
Sending shivers that lasted the night
And the melancholy of Luna's charm
Pulled you into itself and far from being
You or your own again
I thought of the rain...
And sometime
I thought of you too.
I pondered awhile
If its sharp rhythmic tone
Spoke to you too of things it whispered to my nights
When its long nails rapped my room's tin roof
As it impatiently waited
Unused to be kept waiting and only waited upon long
But my fancy caught only by your thoughts
Till it returned a little red perhaps
And left harsh lettering on my window pane
They somewhat resembled my eyes' gain
From thinking of something that elsewhere belonged.
And still as I walked that path today
The fragrance of fresh mud in me raised
Ashes of a hundred varied shades
Amongst the smoke rising in my mind
And to the rhyme of the rustling leaves
On which my thoughts claimed right
I walked and walked though my legs of tiredness cried
Till no thought was as loud within my mind
As the one which was too clamorous to be heard
And too strong to any sense for long belong.