No one is like me alone-
waiting to have a 
drop of grace
trickling out of a mere touch
of your screeching carts.
Several times have I
pulled you among
the clouds and smokes
through the tear-clad devotion
of milling crowds.
I have no regrets
that your wheels they glide along
the grand avenue
are dispassionate to
all my desires
flashing across my dreams
Now the dark night has set in,
the praying crowd have disappeared
into the sky of their melting hopes
I do not know
when you will begin your
journey back into
the eternity of my being.
