One Day

There is one day for everything.

One day…that will seek dust

On the back of a camel

To ride into the sunset

Of a desert monsoon,

One day…when I shall have written

All my last wishes, not only my dreams,

In one single rhapsody, my tuneless song,

Origamied into a lone butterfly.

Can butterflies be lonely?

Some days maybe…

Another one day,

I will have watched the moon stride

Through the primer-scented grills

And play peek-a-boo

On the wings of my butterfly

And fly

Across the black sky,

Out of my line of sovereign sight.

One day…I will lie down

On sheets of sand soaked in the

Crashing tears of the sea,

Spread-eagled, with arms frosted

In golden muck, praying and

Pretending that gods of quick-sand

Would make a one-wish exception for me.

One day…I will surmount the broken step

Of open-air canvases

And lived long enough to breathe

The hot air there and tell the tale

To the pink-cheeked, one-liner-king,

Blue boy with a palm

Ready for alms.

One day, he shall surmount as well…

One day…I will have crossed

The esplanade intersection without

Reliving the needless, manic squeals

Of holding hands and racing the traffic lights

In one blind-sided go…

One day…I will have remembered

To bring along extra batteries along

With the torch on my search for the

Lost and forgotten time-capsules…

One day, I will remember the date

Of today and write my dreams in a single song

Replacing one day with Today.

One day…