I am a ghost, I roam these streets
and tuck away the yonder sun
behind my ear,
The burning hot begs to me,
“Let me go, I want the night,
the donder light..
now cry away our memory”.
I am the wind, I whistle my tune
and take away the heated stares
of dead and living too.
They say to me, “Lonely breeze,
what a fright..
you leave us be tonight.”
I am the grass, all I can do
is gaze into the deepest blue,
but it says to me, “My little weed,
I love you too,
but my clouds are here for me..