Just Around the Corner
Becoming half awaken like
storm slowly subsiding after colossal display.
Only to find myself stumbling into another world,
another time and place.
Architecture arching as though mounted
on wings of stallions
giving chase to the grey sky overhead.
Two suns shone over the cities,
the reddish star as close and
menacing as death and the yellowish star like
bucket of wet paint
waiting to spill over.
No sounds of pitter-patter feet just stone silent, and
world cold and metallic grey like
No children and no crying, nothing the race absent
a long time and mechanized for over millennia.
Arresting my thoughts the mirthful
gurgling and laughing of our child in the adjacent room
then only silence like the quietness after
storm filling the night sky.