immigrants

 the way to wash the street

with a feeling

let it fade away

to peel an orange sun

the moon to fade to gray

i saw it once

i made a wish upon

youd enter my sight

the wave crystalline

the wind as if to say

it was concealed written and invisbly

commanded to be happening

on this day

ripeness crushed

to righteous right

to take away

the night

your boney stringy hair

i feel a foggy starlight

seep within

my hearts boundry

i looked across

the harbour

as waves sting

my flight