Softly treading,
she's learned to make no sound.
She walks alone at twilight
a perfect end to an imperfect day
Through the saffron glow
she watches
streetcar delights with men named
Shirley
Behind closed doors they kiss their
wives but out here they're happy
Something she has never known
A closed book in a life of regret
She envies their candor
The mist makes soft waves
enveloping her in warmth
and comfort
Silent reflections of a dream
she's learned to make no sound.
She walks alone at twilight
a perfect end to an imperfect day
Through the saffron glow
she watches
streetcar delights with men named
Shirley
Behind closed doors they kiss their
wives but out here they're happy
Something she has never known
A closed book in a life of regret
She envies their candor
The mist makes soft waves
enveloping her in warmth
and comfort
Silent reflections of a dream