Is it over?
Been waiting for this day.
In the red, deep night I was sitting
Once in a creek of silk. Virgins were Diving in it.

Will I be attending?
I don't belong to anyone cause I
Belong to everyone.
You a member?
You were taking pictures back then, Down by the creek.

Maybe this connects us.
Since you brought a good moment
To the future.
The only reason for this poem
Is God's Mercy.

Therefore I'm akin to a great-grandson.
Whose great-grandfather was confined
In a camp during the war.
There, sunbeams consisted of
The desire for freedom. And guards were yelling in nights of flashs.

So I believe: Something connects us.
If I'd go that far to claim we would
Belong together?