To the Future

To the future

If you would ask me

in one of those feint asides

freely aired like pollen

about the future

and what it holds for heaven

in our world's diffusion

what makes our chamber

good to coalesce in

what makes the living fire

refrain from burning

what makes our red cells

turn simmering

like water

what power could be higher

than the heart's disorder

what curious drives

we answer to

that we come and go for

what wandering

will take us

what stars above the stone

will we have to name

what makes our vapours rise

burst shimmering

if you could ask me

like one of those rolling scores

easily rewritten

set back like it was before

like it was forgotten

like it had never happened

what would you ask for

that I couldn't offer

what would you dream of

if sleep didn't matter

what would the heart say

to the rain's patter

if you could ask the spirit of

the storm

if you could speak the centre

if you could see the solitary

by night

if you could steer away

you would have your answer