A Stroll

At the stroke of twelve
On a long straight road
Paved of stone and sweat
Devoid of any humane presence
A lovely chill hangs
In the air

The soft glow of the lights
Juxtaposed against the dark night
Like a lovely landscape painting
By Vincent Van Gogh,
a Starry Night

Soft footfalls beat against the stone
Making my way back to home
Enshrouded I walked
Veiled in loneliness
As the train rumbles above
And the crickets chirped

The breeze kisses my cheeks
Reminding me of my lover
Separated in time and space
Aloof in her own paper chase

And with a sigh
I reached the traffic lights
Beyond which is my home
Where the veil is lifted and
Warmth beckons