Staring out at me from the darkness are tiger’s eyes
Camouflaged from life’s realities and pains.
He searches for me when the sun sets
and we bathe in the Crystalline moonlight of another world.
We breathe the air of the wild and the unknown.
We stalk through the forest together as one.
One blurred vision
One blurred dream
One blurred love
The grey mane of morning dims our world of fantasy.
Before it fades the Tiger’s eyes ask a question.
Whispering in the wind, I hear;
WOULD YOU KISS ME IN THE DAYLIGHT?
WOULD YOU KISS ME NOW?
I look to the morning sky, then to him.
There is no answer—just silence.
The silence engulfed our persons until we are but a shadow of a dream
on the night of the silver moon.
Across the waking world a Tiger’s roar is heard,
and another page is torn from the book of reality.