Soul Companion

Tomorrow became today at blues before sunrise

(as
though
that were
an actual

time), in a mood eponymous of mi
amor in the wee small hours of morn
with many a moon on my hands, as

shapes become shadows in your light

somewhere in the vicinity of eternity
where now is forever
in a rendezvous
with love’s requiem of refuge

&
the
race is
won with faith
that all hues & tones

will run into one, protected by
the long shadow
of hope that zebras the road
at the end of waiting in vain

…for time is soul’s companion to this dream.