The Drifter

Zorada, Guardian of Twilight

A single man walks down the street,
Cold and alone.
The icy wind swirls around him,
As he wishes for his home.
The setting sun is a blazing red
Against the golden evening sky;
And though the tears freeze on his cheeks,
He gently starts to cry.
You can see the longing in his eyes
As he takes in this nightly scene.
The last leaf has fallen from the last of the trees,
There's nothing left of the hints of green.
He peeks in through the window
And sees a family, laughing by the fire.
Smiling to himself, he goes into the church
To watch the midnight choir.
He kneels in front of Mary,
And for mercy he asks her.
Then he walks down the road into the rising sun,
He will always be a drifter.

Copyright 2001 by Caitlin Carlson