Silent as Gold

The blue hour whispers
What we won’t say.
Our steps won’t get lost
In the city.
We hid among the raindrops,
Both thinking a bit too loud
Of the Outland Road.
I guess fate was just winking.
The hopscotch on the sidewalk
Had no sky.
We picked the same card that day,
Diamonds, alright.
Funny life should show up
In a Greek restaurant –
The winter gives.
I guess fate was just winking.
But a story needs to be told
And I prefer life
Silent as gold –
But the story must to be told.