There are no explanations I can find for this poem. It is just the way it is.
The Girl On The Wall.
Through the sidewalk like mist she moved,
And nature danced along her charmed filled walk,
Through her morning walks expressed,
Her art, her poetry and in rhythm all felt, her music.
From her heart came a wonderful smile,
And the morning spread imitating her smile,
Ah’ what wonderful dreams her love can fulfill,
What wonderful life holding her hands can lead.
Then thoughts veiled eyes from the beauty passing,
What terrible disappointment her negative answer can bring,
Thoughts became scenes of nightmares in the depths of mind.
From a slap on the face to running away from a mob.
All passed in a minute or two and upon a nearby stone sat,
Many, many nightmarish scenes haunted mind but still there sat,
A naughty little boy passing by gave a mocking laugh,
And the bird on the tree just missed with the poop he dropped.
Then got up and all around the neighborhood looked,
“Where is she? Where is she?” the swaying mind asked,
Nothing seen, not much heard, long time back she was gone,
With the mystery of many “Why” questions, went back home.
Back home, sweet home, ah’ a safer place from all other life,
Empty home, Oh’ a dreaded home, lightless and cold,
The magic of electricity and bulbs brightened home,
Yet, mind in a gloom never spoke anymore.
On the wall, the plain old wall a smiling face rested,
What beauty to life that wonderful girl brought,
What gladness from her heart she shared,
All memories from mind with giggles woke.
Ah’ all nightmarish scenes those memories erased,
Life once more felt like a never ending symphony,
Then a little moment of pause brought to mind a reality,
The girl on the street was just an imagination of unspoken love.
The smile of the girl on the wall erased that thought too.
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