So long, Sacramento

so long, Sacramento and Tower Bridge,
returning moments Gold Rush in thin ridge
of my sleeping thoughts, my soul white spots.
so long, Sacramento, I was being lost.

I was being lost between light and darkness.
my hands were crossed with yours, my heartless,
when we roamed the streets, roamed the alleys.
I remember your smell, but not our names.

but not our names… are somewhere in cafe
of Old Sacramento, of  town-baye.
and round, and round, heaven and blue
we get off the ground, my Wandering Jew.

so long, Sacramento, so long as we love,
remember that moment… It was a white dove.
I saw a white dove in the reddening leaves…
so long, Sacramento, farewell caprice...