In a Few Days
Waiting for the day to come,
unlocking the falling sunrise within.
Overfilled cup,
forgiving myself for suicidal survival,
pick me up from the dirt.
Clean me off with a fine cloth,
shelved away from the decay.
Alone in this revolving glass like world,
finding hope without guilt.
Hazy stars besiege my vision,
listening to a thousand violins play.
Someday my dream will be my flower,
wiping away these tears of now.
Tomorrow I will find the love that has haunted me since birth.
All of these feelings protect me from the harshness of doubt.
Wilting summer days,
cast upon the harbor is my nightmares.
Closing hour for the old drunk,
sobering in the rain of God’s mercy.
In a few days,
my laughter will rock the souls of the depressed.
A fire will burn hotter than a foundry’s furnace in my body.
Angels washed my soiled wings,
gates of heaven cry out for me.
I know this to be true the pain tells me so.
