I walked across the city streets,
Dark and cold, in thousand lights.
I saw Trojan love of deceits,
Under the moon of many nights.
I came across a house,
Where love’s fools with pleasure meet.
In silence they gather their feet,
And leave quiet as a mouse.
I roamed the streets in search for light.
I heard weeping of a soul,
Not knowing what stained her heart so bright.
Life takes its toll on us all!
Alone, I walked and walked, till
Dawn began to swallow the moon;
I stopped my feet, standing still.
The dawn had brought the finest boon.
It seemed to me like a mountain fire,
Blazing in its path all its grass and trees,
When I began to think it couldn’t be so dire,
And my heart would in sorrows increase.
It was a night of December,
Full of cold and gloom and death.
Though with awe and joy I remember,
The rising sun and its tender breath.