"Central Park"

Walking in the park even in the rain
Outside noises fade into the breeze
We escape from the eyes of the city
Sheltered by the boughs of the trees
On occasion a bird will flutter
Yet it will not sing out its song
Upon the blackened branch it sits
In wrought for its plight so long
There are no shelters nearby
So much for urgency when walking in rain
Brisk winds that whip about the face
Yet there is no enduring pain
Our tapping heels upon the pavement
Neat rows of benches on either side
Cultures of people who are normally present
Across the concrete divide A darkened sun holds back its rays
Clouds shade the skies innermost desire A whispering wind can be heard In this place that is filled with mire

~Moses~
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"Through My Eyes"

A final look before sleep comes
Once the shade is pulled
Clouds murmuring quietly
In groaning winds before the rain
Droplets upon the window
Teasing the eyesight in haze
Distant shapes over the horizon
Of things that never cease to amaze
Many times have come and gone
Upon my windowsill
Parting clouds in a tempest
Returning upon newborn winds
Each storm brings new thoughts
Before my slumber which surely comes

~Moses~
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