a lemon yellow afternoon...

...and only if you are yellow,enough
will it whisper to you
inbetween muffled coughs,
"i have the strength to carry you"...
it will follow,
shadowing your steps until they fade
halo-ing you,with the lemon
of afternoon shades.

it will leave,no strings "unattached"
no promises will be snatched...
yet it would owe you,nothing in return
it will show you dreams and make you earn
a way for the
deeper understanding of each day.

the old man,
(who comes often in every touching song,and story...)
blackened with the ghost of the sun
wizened with age,would smile,
while...
the willy wonka of the 49th street
would dance upon the concrete
his dejection
captured by elation
atlast he had the sun-shine
which he could call "mine"!

she sat by the staircase,
with a red ribbon in hand
listening to the pomp
of the marriage-party-band.
it made her wishful,
she was waiting for her turn
but the noon told her,
she was yet to learn.

here and there,
loners,lovers,friends,
families,and even maker-of-trends...
all are estranged in this worldly hell,
captured by the "lemon-yellow"spell!
if it makes them happy...
then why does it make you sad?
if it makes them SO cheerful
it must ,aswell,...make you glad!