Pensioner,
pass your sweeter heart
to the fore
so that I may see its glimmer
among the darker streets of sin
glinting dangerously within.

Stretch out your hand to meet the sun,
and follow its promise
to the hale hallowed halls
hewn within the heart’s
innermost rooms.

For you shine
despite the darkened alley of fear
upon which you make your bed.
Let me touch your face
so that for a moment
I may shine with the sun.