In a field of
grasshopper heat
        of
the pride
the prone
        of
the all that
is forever gone
        of
crow hops - hops - hops
down a bug
        of
a bridge I built
across a creek
        of
frogs that
take a peek
        of
overhead
an eagle soars
        of
a mouse
fast in the grass
        of
cattails
around the pound
        of
a snake , branched
hanging on
        of
upon seeing me
falls and is gone
        of
a sea of goldenrod
and green
        of
sadly seeing
yesterday's dream

yesterday went in a flash
today with a blink of an eye
yet tomorrow will go just the same
Wow...how quickly life passes us by

I woke up bathing in the moon light. It was of warmth and tender touch. Though I know that I have to get through of it. So I did everything I have to as I took it for granted. As I went outside to take on my path, my yesterdays kept huanting and pulling me back. I fought and I fought until I thought it was alright. But I'm not alright. I let myself be taken and be brought to another realm where reality's obscure and so desperate to show there's life when there's none. The sun's about to come and the sky's turning teal. I am again on the same road I walked a thousand times before. And I'd walk a million times more. It's not only becoming a habbit, it's becoming more of regularity in my system. I want my yesterday to capture me this time.

Je suis comme nulle part que je peux être.
Pourriez-vous ajouter un peu de quelque part pour moi?
Citant Rosemonde, "...chaque jour je t’aime davantage,
Aujourd’hui plus qu’hier et bien moins que demain."
Et je vous promets ce mon amour:
Peu importe qui entre dans votre vie,
Je vous aime plus que l'un d'eux,
ce est sûr.

All week I look forward to seeing you,
The moment when light goes dark,
When it seems as if the world is in shadow.

I looked for you yesterday and what a sight!
I mean I didn't see you...
But those clouds that hid you away were magnificent!