Gutter Flower

Winding through

These tainted streets

A pale rose candle

In a dead cathedral

A sober voice

In a somber world

The air she breathes is rusted now

Lost its glint

Wander on, my gutter flower

Wander on, and perhaps

Someone will pluck you from the dark

And carry you on their wishes

Out of this sullen, tarnished chamber

I found a dandelion in my raingutter.