HOPEFULLY I MAY RETURN

To think of the burning woods at night Not where it went nor were it came Rather what it caused

The delight became pictorial

And that’s the skies

Hopefully I might show my face In shanties at the sides of the roads, Or on a mountain while hiking. How sweet it would taste

Too rapt to explain

If you care to listen

Who of little love

With whom I dare not touch or feel Rather even dare to dream

I wonder how the rich may feel

Knowing they have it all at bay

For ample converting and

For this poignant luxury, I choose to obey And hopefully I may return, unsaved