Standing by the streets,
a shadow cast down.
Only you care
if my arms are cold.
You told me my
words are sexy.
So, I wrote more.
Yes, you take me away
from the crowd.
To the poets of
my younger years.
And a sky full of sea mist.
To never wonder why.
That has to be something.
In the dusk, I walk back alone.
But I will be with you soon.
A dream drifting in the distance.