underneath the purplish red sunset
passing by the town you grow
lantern light reflects on shoes
shoes creak . . . . . .
on the red brick path
wish you run into me
passing by the street you love
here you wander
here you make a pinky promise
here you tickle the rough wall
you swing and make a casual salute
you end up and hold curvy and luscious
wish all is dream, and you wait for me
passing by the Baroque you live
behind the drapes you lie
covered with the reddish blanket
something untold happened ......
you melted, you heart-hollowed
as a lost soul,
soaking in the boiling air
wish all is dream, and you listen to me
all is dream,
wish all is dream, along the purplish red sun and fall