DOM VICTOR'S TALES

Whilst we walk under evening light,
There appear to be no words in sight.
So silently you walk along,
I know that I have done no wrong.

I catch the sparkle in your eye.
You never held your head so high.
Have you got what you had wished?
Is there something I have missed?

I’d rather never hear the tale.
For tears to me does it entail?
With measured steps I leave your side.
With this fate, do I abide.

Many a time I’ve had a walk
Under evening light with little talk.
The silence made me feel so blind,
Uneasy thoughts would wreck my mind.

The evening walk will never end.
A longer stretch, brings every bend.
Who will live to be my guide?
From bend to bend by my side?

Meant am I not for the road
That glows in city light.
That boasts of things I can’t afford
That works the best at night

I will never make my way
Around blocks in shades of gray.
That block the very light of day
That nature did not lay

The cloth will fail to fit my frame
That shuns its basic cause.
In which I hardly look the same
That strives to hide my flaws

I don’t expect a second glance
From the city dame.
Neither love, nor romance
For these I can’t explain.