Might we… pass on a sidewalk framed by clearance sales and hot dog vendors Smiling as to take our attention, brand our thoughts cosmetically, alter our daydreams to cast a glow amidst the haze that is this destiny
Might we… stand on lonely platforms watching the smoke in the distance as the 5:00 o’clock Sunset Liner approaches with a full head of steam distracting our eyes with a forgotten whistle tone
Might we… whisper meandering thoughts of great importance on the wind, wishing them a safe journey and hoping these words, our love sick phrases reach the heart of another sitting in the crowd all alone
Might we… find if we look beyond the past covering the darkness with twinkle lights and glass ornaments, filling the branches of the future with hope, that desired happiness springs from its roots
Might we… dream of cosmic realities in floral dance steps on kaleidoscope stairways winding through our thoughts delivering us to the floor just above where our eyes meet
Might we live in and around long distance shadows and typed conversations, dipping into the vast vocabulary waiting patiently to be shared between our hearts