the future ...
the stray cats in the alley
snarl and howl
and the night air seems ready
to explode into unequal clouds
drifting over
a crescent moon
left forgotten and alone
in a opaque sky of onyx black
forsaken like an abandoned child
hiding behind the draperies
in the orphanage
of loneliness
but here
here in this room
your hands
lift me from the sands of sleep
and carry me
into the floodlights
of your love
where the dark mirror
of yesterday
cracks into a hundred-hundred pieces
and falls from the wall
to become a carpet of stars
that blink and wink
like your spyglass eyes
that look only
along a shimmering path
into the future
snarl and howl
and the night air seems ready
to explode into unequal clouds
drifting over
a crescent moon
left forgotten and alone
in a opaque sky of onyx black
forsaken like an abandoned child
hiding behind the draperies
in the orphanage
of loneliness
but here
here in this room
your hands
lift me from the sands of sleep
and carry me
into the floodlights
of your love
where the dark mirror
of yesterday
cracks into a hundred-hundred pieces
and falls from the wall
to become a carpet of stars
that blink and wink
like your spyglass eyes
that look only
along a shimmering path
into the future
