there is this

another night falls upon the mind of who
the he, the she, the soul … the you
and rain runs down the distant window
while a setting star leaves mindful mellow
those final rays of orange could
turn drops of sanguine into blood

but a single thought should heal grey to white
the past, the sleep, the dream … the night
if care leaves through the open window
then time might take it all, so sallow
and obscured in portraiture
of oily sand within a mirage future

when the reality passes, there is this
the feel, the hear, the see … the amiss
as tears run down the east window
a moon-cast opaque and dancing shadow
of a world appears where it already stood
and yet, this could have been so good

©2009 Hey Hey