adventures in dysthymia

Sunday, September 30, 2007

DEPOSIT

God returned my deposit,
canceled my reservation;
I'll find no lodging tonight

nor shall I dine upon
moon pie and frosted stars.
Shall we be homeless together,

dancers in the darkened
alleyways of time?
Wear the red dress for me

once more; dawn will open
its doors soon enough.
You shall shine like the sun

of my new morning.

Stephen Brooke ©2007

1 comment:

Bob said...

Awesome, I love this!!