Maybe

maybe tomorrow

the sun and the moon will collide in a sky funfair

then softly rain down moonlit — sunflower sapiens like confetti

with sunlight in their palms

with moonlight in their hair

maybe yesterday

we laughed as we lied

forgetting to look closer for dried tears of clowns

as the truth lay hidden

behind the shades on our eyes

maybe today

revolutions afoot with a love breakthrough

I’ll remember to love me more — with no more break ups to make up

I’ll stop endlessly devolving

thinking about you