Someday I will write a Poem for you…

Someday I will write a Poem for you…

through blurs of white blinds,
a numb black night, smeared in
droplets of street light, snow
and smoked grey from an old chimney,
reminds me of a place, I had lost in childhood...

parched asphalt, resplendent in  icy coitus;
and stillness of  nights,
silenced by buzzes of  burdened lives ;
sirens, screams and groans of muffled dreams.
or is it the voices of crying rain,
telling me a tale I was never told in childhood

naked tree in her gleaming snow necklaces,
stand by neatly laid sidewalks mocking gauntly,
at the trampled yellow grass by a broken window
shrouded humanity, severed by lust and war.
lullabies lurk in puddles of mud and ice,
and I hear sounds, forgotten in childhood.

One day, perhaps sometime soon,
I will look for my toddling past;
somewhere far, in the forests of my mind, when
nights light up with fire flies,
earth is not the color of dirty ice.
my roseberry shrub by the dry pond,
smells of springs and summers, of a familiar backyard;
or some lazy blade of grass, whisper at my lips,
afternoon songs from an old radio.

I promise, I will make poetry for you.