Glass discontinued

glass discontinued

fallen from a vacation,
one Christmas, one New Year's Eve
of 1970.

A night of sport
of nervous smiles, hidden clammy hands, quick movements
and wondering eyes.
is this the end? all these are one end disjointed.
a moment
of perhaps and then no
the book is closed
like the door with no entry
no future promises
just thank you for a moment of perhaps.
but tomorrow
music played in the air three times
with a glistening hope
uncalled for
but springing from unwanted desires
whose homes know no rest.

Days go by
nights too
and miles of thoughts unsuppressable.

and then a movement of mine
alone, lonely.
a response loved which fogged
the situation for 7 nights sprinkled throughout three years.
now i see.
but tomorrow? perhaps.
one lone beat of the drum
and old hopes once again smile at the surface
confronting no with perhaps.
but this perhaps
has to yield to truth.

since then no.
from now no.

the soul is bleeding
ripped apart by discontinued glass