Wheels

 Street light passion after the rain

When the black water pools

on the road before rolling

Down the drain

All is a mystery and love

Is much the same

Just like an empty street

After the rain

Too many times have I walked out alone

Wishing to be somebody else

Someone warm at home

With a lover, under cover

Or up in the dome

Of stars that are occluded

By the clouds that roam

You were my night sky

You brightened up my day

Sun goddess, sun flower

Burning like hay

Consumed in conflagration

Of the universal wheel

All dharma cycles turning

As you turn your heel

Like a ballerina

Pirouette and gay

I wonder if you're happy

That things turned out

This way

Or are we all just on

different circles of

The turning wheel

Each holds a different angle 

on what we call real

the passion and the suffering

love and pain and strife

joy almost unending

All on the wheel of life

Sometimes the street is busy

Many wheels turning round

Sometimes there's only one

But at least your feet 

don't touch the ground