Plaza’s Gift

Yesterday’s dream infiltrates,
The last gifts falling from time’s gaps.
Memories of fog arise,
Calling the starlight of tomorrow.

Infinite snow twinkles afar,
In the evergreen sky of solitude.
A free dark night wanders near,
Colorful trees bearing blooms of childhood.

Like the moon, there must be one,
Familiar spirit gleaming in the spotlight.
Where the warmest grace beckons a dream,
Blooming peace of winter’s eyes.

When eventide’s echoes call,
The land’s fantasies are going home.
Wrapping the first trace of music,
Golden fragrance has filled the breeze’s sky.

At Jerry Moss Plaza
New Year’s Eve, 2023