Clacks On Cobbles Poem by Jerry Buckley

My shadow hitch-hikes on ahead of me
on timid tippy-toes toward tomorrow.
As daylight dissapates beside the lee
so then settles sentiment's sad sorrow.

My echo resonates behind my back
to the tune of leather clacks on cobbles.
It does it best to keep itself on track
as is skitters, it hops, and it wobbles.

My heart hums happily inside its cage
like a loquatious Black-throated sparrow.
Its only thought is just to turn the page
and awake to you again tomorrow.

'Voice of One' @ Jerry Buckley