Future's melancholy signpost
I ran out of stamps that day
And reposts took the beltway
But the sweet seducer was gone
Before my words could press on
I hung the sign on my door frame
planted roses on dreams of fame
And moved in next door to reality
Where once Santa come down for tea
Phantom photons of those winter glows
Throw quantum tantrums of noon shadows
I wait for those letters written on wind
on music, memories, mind unconfined
My poet, muse, seducer of my senses
Shatter my strings of silences, defenses
Lend me your pen so I may put into words
Bent fingers, burnt lips, raw burning chords