though this is spring
a sinister wind has put the day to bed
maybe these times of understanding
nothing will end as the night passes
could the dreams of yesterdays
help to ease the transportation
into vacant perpetuity
or will eternity dilute
the memories of the kisses, the sighs
where might we travel
what is the purpose of any journey
a sojourn yes, but why
this is still here as we return
and that is the only destination
so, can the summer ever appear
or would a better alternative be
that these dreams will such continuum
as to never suffer the reality of tomorrow
and we know what the day will bring
©2009 Hey Hey
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