what is tomorrow?

what is tomorrow?

i went to listen

to a woman sing

like 

a siren but near

i went to a bar

dark hunters

with conspiratorial

smiles and sad ladies

only few danced

but the music

this was good,

an earthy rhythm

i came up

above the roofs,

i want raindrops

to fall on your hair

want to rest

my soul in you

and snow to fall

on my thoughts

i want to bury 

my face in your scent,

sleep with the waves

of your breathing

your sadness

is now mine

and all is sworn in

against us

i hope for autumn

to turn all gold

and clear and cool

as tender kisses

now is summer

never our time

and spring

was pain

i sit under trees,

always in between,

i love, i wish,

i think i am alive