tonight

alone

in the darkness with eyes shut ,

I listen ,

close .............

the wild simmer wind

whips ,

roars

through the trees

outside my window ,

and for a moment ,

I let it carry me away .........

I  am  a young man

again ,

in the eambling ancient house ,

there high

in town

in the middle of nowhere ,

saying prayers out of loud

to guardian angels along the well .........

May wind

rattles the windows , while

fear grips me ,

mercilessly ...............

I hold tight to

my dreams of tomorrow .............

dreams of

the me , yet - to - be ............

dreams

as bright as my eyes ...............

I gather them ,

wrap myself in them ,

wander through them ,

lose myself in them ,

and drift

there

at the center of the storm ,

I believe ,

I trust ,

I know

that somehow ,

everything is going to be

alright

tonight

I am there .........

for a moment

until ..............

I let the wind carry me back

back to now .................

back to

tonight

to my life

a life I

never dreamed of ,

never imaged ,

barely recognize ............

and I wonder .................

how did I get there ?

how did this happen ?

what did I do ?

tonight ,

tears flood these eyes as

I hold tight

to nothing at all .................

my prayers out  loud

become pleas to the

angels of mercy ,

bargains with the

angels of death

the hope ,

the dreams ,

the belief ,

the trust ,

the knowing ............

all that made these eyes

so big and wide and bright

as a young man .............

where did they do ?

where

did

I

go ?

I desperately search

the darkness ,

alone

with eyes shut ,

listening close

to the wild , wicked weather

just outside my window