Wednesday, March 21, 2012

maybe tonight

last night i had a dream
the kind that flies...
it crept through
my sleeping window
and took me..
a million times
across a burning sky,
over parched nights,
against the tides

i saw the stars
oh! how they fought,
with the neon lights
probing, and taunting,
a frantic wail of an owl
then, a soothing hum
... a lullaby

i would have wished to stay
but the sun had to wake
my dream, away now
but he left his broken wing
in my arms, one night he'll come
again...healed
of that curse
of  empty spaces and broken vows
and he'll stay
with me, just me...

maybe tonight



1 comment:

  1. So gentle....... like those evening verses ,
    when you were what you were.

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