White satin robe and  a crown of intricately woven golden threads wrapped around your head

You tell me,”it’s a Holy City we are going to

The lights don’t burn on the city streets

The gates are closed, the guards keep watching

Don’t worry, it isn’t you they are looking for.”

I was surprised to see you there in the darkness

White satin burning like the sun in the night sky

Sitting on a stone carved bench in the liquid black ink colored darkness

You say “I am ready, I have been waiting for you.”

In a burst of white light and soft leather slippers shuffling across this ancient street leading me to the cab door