Beginning of a Dream

He lies in the street.
More dead than alive
Drunk and alone
lost the will to survive.

The mistress of illusion
plays tricks on his mind
and then it goes dark…

When he awakes, 
He looks up,
into a sympathetic face.

A young woman is there.
Dark, lustrous hair
shimmering in the morning sun.

This vision of beauty holds out her hand
telling him and pulling him to stand.
He leans upon her shoulder
and she guides him off the street…

Now they are
walking together,
down that same empty street,
under the vanilla sky.