Someday.

in the sleep of day

we call night

i used to gaze upon

les etoiles

comme de petits cristaux

my eyes were brighter then

as i dreamed

(always dreaming)

and a hope made me happy

the hope of someday

i used to dream of someday

like a sapphire cloud

just beyond the horizon

of all i could see today

someday was a strong hand

to hold me in the storm

someday was a laugh

dancing like leaves in the wind

someday was a home

a crackling fireplace

warm hearts reflecting

someday was everything i dreamed of

someday was a paradise

a million paradises

yet as the years trailed on

my someday's seemed to change

the someday of trailing silk

and wispy curls

wasn't enough

i wasted that day

wasted it

dreaming of another

somehow 'today' was never 'someday'

it was always yet to come

the someday of "will you?"

was spent on the hope of

someday "I do"

the someday of a baby's cry

was spent in the hope of

someday "mama"

'someday'..

the dream kept me alive

it brought me through the years

i knew

someday, somehow

my 'someday' would come

pitiful dreamer!

until i sat at this desk

the pencil

feebly holding

i had hopes of someday

until this moment

i dreamed

but the silver of my hair

the lines carved upon my face

tell me

someday passed me by

someday was yesterday

they mock me

the pills on my table

the walker that i need

they all mock me

"your someday's are gone

my dear

did you seek perfection?

you fool!"

the words echo in my heart

"someday"

as they always have

but the thrill that rings

through this aching body

is different

i have no someday's left

my 'someday' was yesterday

but i missed it