If Days were counted as are Years
How long would most of Us be here
Long enough to leave a mark
Long enough to wrest light from dark
Long enough to dance with a spirit
Long enough to know We needn\'t fear it
Frozen dreams thawed by an imagination vivid
Melting into fantasies Daydreams have submitted
Violins and pianos intersperse to create
A tone or a pitch to which one can relate
The rain that falls makes one feel secure
Like a womb that cradles a child demure
Pearls,rubies and opals deny
One entrance into the Midnight sky
Trapped within their brilliant glow
Where the sightless choose to go
To see what They have never seen
Except,of course,within Their dreams
Too immersed in the world to decipher their meaning
Like one who awakes just to dwell on Their dreaming
Tears tucked away in a lullaby
Dripping down a Mom\'s and Child\'s eye
Impassioned petals make amorous flowers
Which make Days go by as if they were hours
A heart sentenced to permanent sorrow
Spanning one thousand Years or Tomorrow\'s Tomorrow
Words interspersed with no link whatsoever
Though most are arranged in a manner thought clever
The apex of nothing as this poem has been
Reflecting upon the mood I\'ve been in
As against My better judgement and to My chagrin
These rhymes will now end in a manner akin
To the next poem I intend to commence
In Tomorrow\'s Tomorrow or a thousand Years hence