Tonight as I opened my window,
to dat old forgotten street lamp, broken now,
de sound suggested, how its been many calendars
since I last looked through it, into de dawn
I knew that star into de right, you see?
Yes de one that looks into my eyes, back to me!
Oh it has sure grown up, like me… n recalling?
yeah n de last i can, we had long lone conversation 'bout a dream
What was her name?? Sally?? Sammy??... Salvi?
Never mind! I am not all good with names, dealing with bigger codes!
But she lived there once, beyond that aligned window ye see
just a block away, when I was 13 n if ye just cross that dim road!
What ye got my un-cool high school’ snapshoot?
Where is that girl of angels, where is that hero of de class?
All wedged to the wet walls of my wandering years,
hanging loose to one side, like a cross on ma gun’s craft!
