Drawing rainbows, the tarot’s dreadful tune
plays its cards, counting coloured dreams
brought forth through times of sorrow.
There are unicorns and steep stairs
to the other side of tomorrow.
I am seduced by these stars,
levitating above me, as if
to kiss me on the cheek.
Oh creator’s night, may I dance?
Overlooking this city; I love, I twirl
and bow thinking of you,
your smile and a heart so close to mine.
I count toward my penny-tone morning.