(some net some not...lol)
My words are insuffiscient of the days that have yet passed,
my life of insignificance, an outlandish breath or gasp...
within a time of total pain, and error of mankind,
I drift away dramatic hours of principle and mind.
Throughout your dreams, dear friend of mine, an everlasting thought...
of helping life beyond this time, a present ready bought.
A gift I know that breaks the dream and opens frame and form,
will take away the blackest horse, and stop the tear drops worn.
A room without a window draws you into nightly throng
and keeps your head from laying on ...
the softness it belongs.
A square, no tree or flower, that you gaze at in the glow,
watching empty words of others ...
that you may not even know.
And fingers run so quickly cross the squares beneath your hand
that time again elapses through
the hour glasses sand.
A net with many holes, that seive away your endless dreams,
a gem of endless nights and lonely days ...
not what it seems.
But here there is some solace in these nights without the pain ...
if only here ... till heaven ...
then as friends we will remain.
Have I ever known a name that would not show its face,
another vision of a time or endless empty space.
I went into a room I knew to meet another friend, and there, unknown, a stranger dwelt within its open end.
I may not go again this night, but wait another day,
yet, will I see you stranger there ... or is this end the way?
This time that meets another light, and takes our endless care ...
or shall we say tommorrow ...
didst we meet a stranger there?