Walking my beloved city
in rain…
Gothic temptation bears the blame.
A rusty girl blows her horn
in an ancient arcade
where crowds spin a wheel
waiting for hope.
Lighting a silent candle,
a sigh…
a superstition that’s rather benign.
Outside a high-rise bands perform,
observed by birds and gods
nodding their approval
while feeding.
Writing some sacred words,
a story…
magic to rebirth pain as mercy.
Peace reigns over crowds
chanting, channeling, championing
love for outsiders
inside our hearts.
Booking a trip to heaven,
a task…
pages of souls to take wing.
Lucky we have a map
through golden words for warmth
in a library of trees
as salvation.
Image thanks to: “A new chapter for book lovers: Melbourne – Where literature comes to life“.
Voices under the Sun 陽光下的聲音 