When The Streets Have No Name - Poem

One thing I definitely enjoy about creating and writing my poems, is not only the seemingly endless concepts and ideas I can expound upon, but the way the ideas come to me. Sometimes all it takes is just one moment of inspiration and than after however long it takes, the poem is ready.

This poem is case in point.

I decided to search for a concept once again, in the world of instrumental music and after about twenty minutes I found a classical cello piece called "When The Streets Have No Name" and something about the ambiguity and freedom to create tugged at me. I sat down and after a few minutes had the finished product which I am immensely proud of.

I hope you enjoy the journey through "The Streets That Have No Name" just as much as did when writing about it.

Yitzy Schweitzer

When The Streets Have No Name – Poem
The sun sets, like a gradient in the sky,
Painting patterns and designs, so elegantly.
As the evening sweeps in, the days chaos winds down,
Those colors, for themselves speak, silently.

Standing alone,
Feeling the breeze hug me,
Urging me to move forward,
To walk proud and free.

When the streets have no name,
That is where I run free,
No destination, no location,
I am not lost for I know,
My one and true home,
Is in Your arms, where your love is my salvation.

When the streets have no name,
You’re still looking out for me,
Even when from comrade, I have disappeared.
I am guided by the path,
That You light up before me,
When the sits not, the mist is clear