Walking in mind under moonlit stars
In streets just dark but
Lighted with to few lanterns

The yellowish light touches my face
Under some flags from a carnaval of someday before

Saxaphones playing in my head
My heart whistling a tune of
Being alone and being content

Having a life that is interesting
Feeling no regrets at the end

Not writing stuff for others to
Admire
But painting the pictures in your
Head

With paper as canvas and
Living words as arrows on your bow

Aiming
Trying to hit the right feel
Feeling that is real

Back again on lonely streets
Some people passing by

Quickly swallowed in the
Night of the streets in
New Mexico
Or somewhere else
It does not matter

With the tune of your heart
Set in the right place
You’re going where you need to go

Headless of stuff unintended
On your way

Meeting some friends
Smiling a smile that lays bare your face

In the dark not waiting
For the light

But utterly enjoying the moment