Resultant transcendent bliss
Repreived from melancholy
Macabre nihilistic states
Revived revitalized
Ecstatic anew
Perhaps its time, distance or
Ironic fate….
But each reaction and sense relies
Upon her exultant mystic eyes
…she proclaims across the Street
Above the din of dismal traffic
the defeated lingering crowding corners
¨¨I love you¨¨ I read on her generous lips
As I peel away on my Japanese speed