The road sings no more to me

Those songs in your shoes.

The road sings no more to me,

Of those strangers

who never returned to the

houses of cards they built,

Of those shepherds

who wanted to steal away

those lost sheeps 

disguised as  clouds 

in  skies.

Laughs that traveled from

a  child to a man,

cries that distanced a father

from a soldier in war,

shelters in rain from leaves

with holes,

pebbles racing away  with

shoes.

Those songs in your shoes 

The road now cries out to me.

of those shoes
that i walked with
that were never mine,
of those naked feet

that searches for colors

when the pallet is 
snatched away.

 feathers that flow higher
 like dreams that never have a home,
ruins that remained behind
 when castles turned to dust ,

The road now cries out to me.