The man sat outside his house
Busy roads and little streets
A small ******* the sidewalk
There he peeks
Waves a hi and then says goodbye
A friendly acquaintance to say goodnight
He sews memories upon his head
and wonders if it is fate.
streaks of white then flash across the sky
Each one endowed with a wish from someone
over
the
other
side.

Show me - Rays of shining glimmering splendid
Make me feel
light, warm, beautiful
Godlike descent
You do the tango around me …
and with me.
Suicidal please go away
because right now,
Golden is what we are
and what you feel.