woke up at 5 in the morning
a sad dream still in my eyes

people laughing
colors changing
faces dissolving
music fading

eyes averted, eye brows
raised and whispers waning.

us and them replace you and me.
small words become bigger walls as
meanings multiply. are the walls
really coming down?

yes, because when this april night darkens
around the light of my new decree,
i shall point towards the colors of twilight,
so much happier than the night before.