No Home 8.2.08 Poem by Gabriella Franco

When the lights go ou
And the cold sets in
Devils run the streets
Teens cry in their sleep
Our worl of outward appearances
Comes crashing, crashing down
They grey colour in my eyes takes place
As I make my rounds
The colors drip from the child's brush
Mmm. A masterpiece
Lights are gleaming as she takes my hand
She walks down the middle road with me
And as us two become just one
I whisper in her ear
'you know the knight in shining armor?
Well, guess what... he's here! '
And the glow of his smile
Could light the world, but better yet- my own
Because if not for his guiding light
My heart would have no home