Swings of Sugar

I walk down a shallow end;

where no one ever places their sight.

I have a hand and many days there are two;

one of mine and one of thine.

could you take this cup and make it yours;

i tried but failed.

is there anyone ?

anyone to hear a whisper in a crowd.

i scream out loud;

and bring forth my life.

i stand all day and soak myself;

i play with chords of disbelief.

will they never come back ?

the days of yester years..

i pray for the silence in hollow life that we have;

for it is shredding out the pieces of truth.

i have a small image of tomorrow;

you and i, but who else ?

Could you hold our hand today ?

we are here

Praying for tomorrow

and hoping that you will ask us -

"Is there anyone waiting for tomorrow?"