Acrylic on stretched canvas, ready to hang.
Signed on the front.
MIDNIGHT VENTURE
My mantra sounds into the silent night
The monastic beat of my wooden heeled boots
Diverts me away from heavy thought
Careful steps taken into the night
Just walk I say
Let intuition lead you
Oh how my mind is too loud to hear its voice
I wonder the suburban streets into the starry night
Amber lamps fill the void streets
Paving the way for guided folly
The moon shines bright with is marvellous gleam
My neighbourhood
I do not know
Pondering at the homes as I pass by
Asking myself
I wonder who lives there
Do I know my own fellow neighbour
Do I know of the spirited souls who sleep beside me
Are they young or old
Are they Broken or naïve
Are they still filled with love
How shall I know if we hide ourselves
We all walk upon the manner our own road
No interest towards our surrounding blossoms
Freight trains are taken to the tracks at this hour
Their rattle and discharge are heard from many blocks away
I walk past the desolate train station
I verge into the nearby park
An empty park bench awaits me
Kindly I invite myself to a seat
What now I ask
Maybe time for a bottle of whisky
Or maybe a joint
To release any sense of insecurity
An antidote for my emptiness
No, I don’t want to dilute this moment
Sober I shall remain
How impatient I have become
I should bare the courage needed to stride my pace in this life
Hmmmm…silence from the neighbouring homes
No rattle, no speech
The place of the voiceless
I think the rats have even fallen asleep on this empty night
Where now, no where
For what Francis of Assisi ventured to know
‘For what I am looking for, is found from where I am looking from’
I shall now walk with open eyes
For even the dark night shall not limit my vision
My quiet steps are all I hear now