As through the winter's rain I go
And facing chilly winds that blow,
As I do wander here alone
Along the paths of cobbled stone,
The walls are steep on either side
No home in which I can abide,
For hopes of love have passed me by
As clouds now weep and gently cry.
Within the alley that I walk
The feral cats begin to stalk,
From bins upturned they follow me
As if it is their territory,
They see me off into the road
They hiss and scratch and then they goad,
For hopes of love have passed me by
As clouds now weep and gently cry.
Along the faceless streets of hate
I walk along and cannot wait,
Or stop to talk to those who dwell
The people I once new so well,
Who now don't give me time of day
But simply look the other way,
For hopes of love have passed me by
As clouds now weep and gently cry.
As darkness falls I carry on
My spirit's weak my will has gone,
Yet in my dreams I think of you
The only love I ever knew,
Against the arch I rest my head
And slowly make my sodden bed,
For hopes of love have passed me by
As clouds now weep and gently cry.
ANDREW BLAKEMORE
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-clouds-now-weep/
