Abridged

Transfixed in a quiet, tenebrous moment

composing the melody of Someday

with vision obscured by irresolution,

fingers bound by cynicism,

and judgement expressing more rapidly

than the listless cadence

of the wounded heart it's directing...

Not comprised of dreams from the night

brought into the light,

Nor as wishes murmured,

to be satisfied in roborant unity,

But as dolorous inevitability,

compiled and set now

by blinded, bound, and wavering action.

And to the rhythm of exhaled breaths

and the melody of Someday,

Blink now the hesitation and

saturated Moonbeams from your eyes

and rise.