The Night Gamine

Bare feet and rags upon her back
Walking streets she calls her home
Into the darkness, making tracks
Content to live her life alone.

On hollow ground, she places flowers
Remembrance of lost memories
Illusive to the stares of strangers
Making haste, on cut feet, she flees.

The sorrow of enduring pain
Has left her heart so tender
To the streets she finds her way
And to their fate, surrender.

A corner of the life she knew
Dredges from her thoughts, she sees
But now it's torn, or broke or twisted
And for it's loss, she sometimes grieves.

The Night has come to offer comfort
Enduing her with a humble peace
Cloak of goodness and of kindness
That is found within her dreams