NEEDLEWRITER

Are you as I, from the gutters of life?
Here to find, an interlocutor!
Here to find, deep in - at least solace!
Offer me something more than passing by,
And we will together in the morning
Shine...and an glowing ecstasy of life 
Will see through the illusion of death itself!
Death is life, life is death!
And when going finally away
Offer me a flower
For the stone after me will stay!