And in a near-midnight dream
I thought of you…
As if your eyes and mine
were meant to see
the beauty in our lives.
My heart screams poly-tone.
Like the beach sands say to receding water
I’ll see you again.
And it always happens this way,
like a sad ending to a movie,
when the good guy walks away, dies
at the end without a hope, perhaps
when life seems meaningless. There is
no hope of a second chance, so
wish it the other way around.