The shining stars
were gaping holes in the sky
The mystic river
was a sign of the great flood
The happiness was
A sign of the imminent danger-
The inevitability.

The smile was
make believe
The only comfort was
the epiphany-
What does not exist t'moro
Cannot matter today

And what keeps me going 
Is the faith in that 'one day'

And light peers out from between
Filling the darkness with a gloom
Creeping into the emptiness
Perhaps a bit too soon