Central Park Poem by Xiangu HHE

Walked to Central Park in the sun
Fetch a coffee
I was led to your place
The glory took my lonesome all these days
I have to walk in
I have to walk in
To ask if you hear my pray
The man is bringing in giant bouquets at your feet
The woman is lighting up the candles for your face
I kneel down on the padded cloud
I imagine I am your only child
The father just came he is ready to be on the altar
With the cross behind
He disappeared on your side
My friend might arrived last night
My friend is not afar with a New Yorker's mind
I was looking for his shadow at Central Park
But he can never make the cast
Would be nice you take my hands
I will wore your thorn as my tiara
I will be all in white as your bride
And the Madeleine at your last supper night
Oh before they all ready to sing the holy words
They all arrive at their Sunday dress
I here kneel down to you
I ask you to give me your hands
In the vault your voice traveled down
I saw you have smile in your eyes
For so long I am away
Why don't you just take my hands take my minds
Wash them with your ocean in deep scarlet
And Give them back to me at St Catherine's night