something some day

something out there concealed in the fog of tomorrow
a decision is waiting to be made, a change of direction,
a change of intention, some where or what is calling
from the distance, the voices are captured by the night

stepping out into the day, the hopes and dreams start
again to tug and pull at your being, being moments
like a string of pearls you can wear and bite off
one at upon a time, such faraway land horizon lines

just a smudge at first that lingers the days into
dreams of solid, dry land where the blue skies
cry softly and speak such loving words under pink
cotton sheets, caresses the hope to rise again someday

– Previously Published 2010


Artwork by: Cynthia St Charles