An autumn day, a sun-glazed day
A day where anything lost would come back into our sight,
A day it seemed, to be fit for laughter or weeping,
A perfect day to sleep or **** past houses on neighbouring blocks,
A day that would accompany anyone’s playing.

It was just a day where I could feel the wind
that gently swift magic by my side
That could last as long as forever
while it could evaporate into mist in any second
in front of us
It seemed like the day was yesterday
or the day before or after
Or perhaps it wasn’t a day?

I suppose I didn’t look at the sun to see if it was there
But I knew and could imagine its being
What if the world was my dream, I thought,
A desire for life
A hope for reality
A majesty
A crook.