Gazing on the Night

Tonight I see someone approaching this way,
And looking lost and dreary, I do say.
I ask him, “Is there something that you seek?”
And “Is there some help that I can be?”
He says that he searches for “a lost city,
Once told that it’s made of gold so pretty!”
He asks, “Where is it? Can you tell me soon?
I’d like to pick up the trail before noon!”
I said, “Keep on going and have goodwill.
Fortunes lie at the end of rainbows…still.”