Good old friend
surround my blinded eyes
with your wooden wings.

Where have you been,
all these years
seem wasted now.

And then, jumping out of
pale pools of concrete
into your flowery arms.

Hold my hand.

Like the wise man
takes his innocent daughter
on her way
and carries her burdens
on leafy shoulders.

Cool winds blow behind my neck

Newborn I will spread my ashes
over your fertile ground.
My energy will grow with your arms

high. high, high