Reverie
Where will you be tomorrow?
Will I see you there?
Can tomorrow be another,
saddened affair?
Do people who found plenty
find emptiness in replace?
Will you stay to see in tomorrow,
or will you find some other place,
where today has no room for yesterday,
a tomorrow with no space.
My heart is a door with a lock to me,
once you learn to unlock it
you'll no longer need the key.
Lying together, the beating of
our two hearts, like the wings of
a butterfly, takes me to places,
high and deep within my soul,
to the corners of my mind.
P. J. Campise
