mean streets

standing on two feet, back on
these mean streets of love
searching for a road
with heart and with hope
and I know you are out there

I measure the cost of
what is gained and is lost
consumed by the fire
burning hotter and higher
and I know you are out there

I want to dance
to a song that is long
a never ending story
etched in memory
tattooed on my heart
and I know you are out there
somewhere, you are out there

Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License