I saw a glimmer of
my future; our
future. Trapped in
the tired eyes of
a child.

I looked at the
sleeping form in
my arms and in
those twilight
moments I understood
but one thing.

I was holding perfection.

Untainted,
unaffected,
unafraid and
free to trust.

And in those
twilight moments
beneath the stars
I saw that he
understood the same.

We drove home
in contemplative silence
as the night evolved
into the morning
and thought about
the wonder we beheld.

He looked at me,
his gaze stopping
at my now empty
arms.

"You have never
looked so perfect,
beautiful. And I
know that I saw
our future."

If I were to be open,
sincere and blunt,
would you want
to listen?

If I looked you in
the eyes and told
you what I've tried,
would you care?

If I shouted my
opinion without thought
of decency, would I
stand alone?

Or would the world
embrace the mess
of an
artist
fool
lover
failure
adventurer
wanderer
ghost
friend
foe
freak

that I proudly look at in the mirror each night?

     I'm in a particularly musical mood today. I long to close my eyes and get carried away on the trills and crescendos.

     I think tomorrow I will wander.

     Follow the notes and see where I end up.