Tomorrow’s bride, tomorrow thoughts,
Love and laughter… forever after…
And someone moved past the window
Like a whisper.
Counting time, the clock of life beats like a heart
As pages turn and calendars burn
In seasons of so far so good…
She came down from her ivory tower
But now she waits in the empty heart of night,
A vacant, vast uncertain part of living.
Breathing softly, dreaming dreams of love
In the neon's blinking crutch…
In the shadowed, silken touch of a starless night.
And the stranger peered through the window…
Envying her… despising her….
Yet longing to lie with her…
She stirred, but dared not look into those eyes.
Silence deafening…slumber, a hideaway from fear.
And a smile caressed her lips
As yesterday whispered by.
A sound-the window-a man-
Please don’t-the knife-the scream-
And all her dreams of a lifetime disappeared
In the twilight of moments never…