When I close my eyes…

When I close my eyes…

Why can I see the city lights?

Why does everything I write rhyme with fights?

When I have a hard enough time asserting my rights,

Why do I see a starry sky filled nights?

When I look ahead…

Do I see problems of old recomposed? Ask myself

do I know of a remedy to help it all go?

Am I supposed to be living on the outside

Of a life once found never, never, besides.

When I recall…

I see an image in my head of me when I was young

I know the wrongs I did were written down in indelible ink

I get smoke in my eyes, from the hair on my face

Which is burning like old celluloid as It melts and you shrink

When I dream of the future…

I see the stars glowing brightly against a midnight sky

I hear the tweeting of an owl and I wonder why

The past and present can be so cold as to make you older

than you actually are, forging a new future.

When I look in your eyes…

I feel a connection with the universe in you

And with the universe in me as two

As we entwine ourselves around each other

And sink into our dreams, lovers and haters.

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