Monolithic heartbeats
of september rain
bounced along the highway
like the rythm of passion
each dream gentler than the first kiss
but ever more distant
and out of touch
of grasping hands
and of the mind
And as each day dawns
another piece of sunlight
is slipping from the pumping veins
of desperation
to catch a dream of how it was
distant tears of yesterday
and though the movie fades
inside a silver bolt of reality
can touch the mind
like a child touching a heart
and with each vision
a song is sung
of how it was
and what's become
in tender nights
that hide behind
cold frost
and dispair
and yet the spirit of hope
lives fresh each waking
and all the dreams rerun
on the cable of mind
each time anew
like virgin thoughts
and changed to meet
the needs of the day