When Darkness Wanes As Light, Ascends

Finishing life's rare found treat, at her Chinese restaurant's All which one may eat with a bowl of neopolitan ice cream Gazing upon neon tides, bright lights; Hong Kong in the night An innocent baby girl of around five, pehaps native's child ? Beauty's eyes amid such their purity glancing at myself; curiosity... Her waitress or his cooks daughter possibly waiting out another day While I sit to enjoy the city scape never turning yet knowing she is there Entering my mind these two whom twine; touching this Spirit escaping, the dead.