A night’s thought in Rochester, New York

Lonesome dreams

on a cartoon night

at the edge of yesterday

our time, is now spun in silence.

Wondering through time

concerning tomorrows,

the pains of the past

are shadows over today.

Longing in breaths

sighs, coupled in darkness

warmth in remembering

with the coldness of today.

Beliefs in truth

defined in words,

but just what does

I love you mean?

Rolling in forms

words are power

determining reality

with a vector of reason .

What is to be

is what you make it,

all else

does not exist.

Life is hope

in, and for all others.

Together we are

all there is,

and towards an edge on a crimson plain

our lives are blended

like clouds of hope.

So please each other

for eternity follows,

and cold sleep

requires the best of warm dreams.