at our backs

when the night is a stranger
and the day never loved you
where is your home?
how can the early morning clouds of
orange and purples half-rainbows caress you
when you’ve known the secrets of the full moon’s eerie illumination
and made love to the noises that go bump in the night?
color me bleak when the sun glares its ugly head upon me
when its whispers of a forever tomorrow clash with
hopes of a perfect apokalypse
the day i know when man and thought will be one
oblivion will be at our doorsteps
but where are we to go
when oblivion becomes a foreign word
and apokalypse seems part of the sun’s forever tomorrow?
shall we trudge on
with wind in our faces and our loves packed away
or damn it all down
with passion in our fists
and the night at our backs again