That Home Across the Road

The A/C just turned on

Across the street

It hasn't been this hot here in a long time

I'm sitting on my stoop

Unable to sleep

While the night pulls its hot fist

Through the cold shackles of my mind

You see, my mind is on big things

Things too big to see

While my poor body is left sweating out here in the small

My thoughts are racing darkly

Far past the words I speak

While the A/C pulls hot air through my neighbor's wall

I don't know what their names are

We're not friendly

I don't know with what books they line their shelves

But I wonder if they're happy

Or if they're tired of their lives

Like I sometimes tire of myself

But I know I should be grateful

For the appearance of the dove

And pull not this face of dread at anything so dear

But I believe its only to a soldier

Dying in a dream of blood

That this bird as symbol does appear

Well, dreams sometimes come true

When you feel your soul most spent

And you feel suddenly that your life may well be blessed

But what are you gonna do now

That you're feeling so content

Without that gift, the struggle, the blessing of the oppressed

Its easy to press onward

When the end is there in sight

That home across the road is now so near

But what if you still feel empty

And your heart knows only night

Even after the beloved dream finally appears?