And someway, street lighting in a way unexplained. Somehow, in a way unexplained, It came, a morning dew on the fog had descended from its night stalk. As if daylight lastly hid itself in the stars, And the boulevard lamps yawned, Showed me a corridor. I contact out to this day it is street lamps . I unseen the daylight. And saw your face, Only in the fluorescent light, Of an avenue lamp. Appearing, a specter of an ancient, still flickering, in me. Nevertheless the fog income once more. Daylight leaves the stars above. And the lamp-light is for fools, At slightest, for a fool like me. street light It appears before me. As if the emerald blades. My fingers adrift. Hands uneven. Hoping to feel with my skin, What my eyes already see. Hoping is no more. For some debate unexplained. And unexplained to finger it.