I saw the night strolling on the mountains.

I saw the day creeping to the sea.

I heard darkness falling,

I heard lightning calling,

Some way it will be.

I saw the seas shrinking into puddles.

I saw the sky breaking over me.

I heard adults sighing,

I heard children crying,

Some say it will be.

I saw lovers holding on one another.

I saw soldiers killing in a spree

I heard music floating,

I heard raucous gloating,

Some day it will be.

When the lava hardens into crystal rust,

When the earth cools from fervent lust,

Someday we will meet again,

As we will, my dear old friend,

Maybe someday then.

Dedicated to Living Love.

© 2008 Charles M. Baker III