Gun fire streets of Winnipeg

The man In Black
The grass was green on both sides of the hill
I kept walking until I saw a man dressed in black
He was long and lean with knee-high boots that were the colour of the sun
Eyes that glowed in the dark blocking out the crescent moon
A voice that shattered the evening stars making me a little boy again
The man dressed in black that I had forgotten came to taunt me still
The man in black
Scared child that I was awakened again I know that man in black
I begged him to leave me alone picking up a stone to throw
The man in black
Run- run my heart was beating seeing his sun lit boots in the night
He ran his long finger down my spine laughing with a roar
The ocean was close still was the water his spurs sparked making light
The man in black
I hoped it was yesterday so not to see today hoping for tomorrow to come
Sun was rising fading away the still dark horror inside my soul
The man in black faded into the white curtains in my room
The smell of whiskey I could taste knowing I had drank again
The man in black
Thirty years until today I see no man dressed in black
I met Bill W who stands with me daily as I climb the hill

Maurice A

I met Bill W Oct 31/80 30 years clean/sober