Silent Footsteps

Silent footsteps.
In the pouring rain.
Nothing left to lose,
yet nothing left to gain.
In a busy city,
the footsteps of the soul
are still so very silent,
and still so very cold.
The footsteps of a stranger
are so familiar now.
And that one single stranger
became a friend somehow.
Together we walk slowly,
footsteps silent in the rain.
To bring hope to a confused world,
ready to learn again.

©LJ

6 January, 2013