Walk On The Wild Side Poem by Philip Vincent Sanders

My footsteps splash as through the rain I plough
The shards of ice slash hard across my face right now
But freedom shouts from all the rooftops near
A ringing loud endorsement do I hear
The cold within my being warming slow
As further through the night my walk does go
A blast of air within my mind so clear
As all the ghostly images appear
The past I feel surrounds me in the trees
I listen to the people’s wailing pleas
But through it all I see the light from yonder glass
As someone else’s sanctuary I pass