You once wrote to me 

" You're a street angel

lying on a bed of sand

The dark sun rays

like curtains

falling on your face

You're a lonely street angel

lost in a big ocean

shells dripping from your pockets

like riches, gold, or silver

but shells are better

these shells lay next to you at night

your just a street angel

waiting on the curb

listening to the many stories

of all the passerby's" 

Thank you for these words of beauty.