The City of Owl

It's the city of the first
     when initially happiness would take root
                 I have learned
                      the brilliance of your smile


under the umbrella were us lovers
            transparent as we looked up
         it looks like it'll be a while
                  till the rain stops

complications and future that meant nothing back then
                in the craziness of heated wild souls
                       leaving the city of owl.

-Ikebukuro