I hope that you

I hope one day too, your flower will wilt,
and wither on your head,
and yellow on your skin,
and crack on your fingers,
and flicker in your eyes.

I hope one day you, will order the same as I,
will receive the same question and get the same reply,
and renounce the same tears,
as figments of imagination.

I hope that you too, will howl at the sky,
and hope for a sound,
as you shudder and cry,
huddle though your day,
and flutter though your night,
at the sound of a howl,
heard far far away.

I hope that our steps will step the same steps,
up to some temple,
some cherished communion,
some relished for union,
a perished solution,
to no ones problems.

I hope that some day I nip at your tail,
and you nip at mine as we roam the street scape,
until the day falls,
were we curl up as beasts
under a grey cloth,
thrashing our heads,
until the day stops.

You hope that some day our hands grow as hands, our fingers grasp air,
our hair grasps at hands,
our minds keep our ears,
our ears hear our nose,
our skin grows pink,
and warm and alone,
until we roam,
our cloth new and white,
our heads by our side,
our tails left behind,
our hands by our sides,
our homes far away,
our coats gone astray,
our hearts and our minds,
no longer combined,
we sink in our beds,
without ragged heads,
and fall asleep alone,
not knowing our song,
our howls in the sky,
float up and go bye,
our pearly window ledge,
keep us separate.

I hope that you hope that we find our grey bed and sleep on our heads.