Passenger

Let melancholy pass through you,
for nothing transpired.
Watch bees grow fat in nearby nectar.
Let hammering nails next door know no bother.
Leave each moment; you do not return.
Let sunshine warm you up like a caramel cookie,
each whiff carrying you home.
Let judgement be a day of the past.
The ecstasy that awaits knows no bounds.
Let you be lost –
in what came and what comes,
And you watch in what is this distant dance.
Drown in the starry night,
with madira by your side,
and watch, and watch, and watch,
before your eyes bid goodbye.
Enter the God that you lost.