As the moonlight smears through the calm waters,
The wanderer walks through the park.
Gazing at the obsolete stones
Slathering his ruins apart.
He crouches for desolation
He crouches for regards
He grins at his faith
He screams inside his heart.
A passerby stares in his eyes
Contemplating his feeling;
Feeling pity on his situation
Feeling the helplessness in the fallen man’s being.
The man moves his eyes
And gives a faint smile
Not as a gesture of embarrassment
But as an answer for his cry.
He wandered through the hills,
He wandered through the mountains,
He wandered through the crowds,
He wandered through the gardens.
But no journey gave him the resolution
The empathy he had wanted
Which he thoughtfully founded
In his utter silence.