A Poet Said

I took the Quiet Road
Oh! So many miles ago;
I'll wait out the storm,
here where it's warm,
and shelter you with my smile.

Airplanes come and trains go by
and cycles whistle past me,
Sometimes I'll run to catch the bus
of chaos and the buzz;
Hang on to the railing,
cool breezes, I'm sailing,
if only for a while.

Here I'll stop, here I'll rest,
or there by the lilac scent;
Do Not Go Gentle, the poet said,
but it couldn't have been me
he meant.

- Shaista, 2011

a friday poetically piece for onestoppoetry