Just Around the Corner
Slumbering soundly like
batten down shutters during
wind driven summer downpour.
Conscious mind furrowing through grey foggy matter
rallying for self-awareness.
The new dazzling world appearing as
precious gem filtering the yellowish sunlight, where
no war, no crime, no sickness and no hunger exist.
Engaging cities like castles in the air,
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.