A book of obscured tales.

Caged thoughts
bend bars to freedom
while crumbs from bread
do not make loaves
as squashed grapes
lead to no wine.

Between mice and men
I saw the cat had number nine
but had no clouds.

While the sands of time
mirror memories reflected
on a book closing
life was too short for today
and so life
became the future.

There was no light
at the end of the tunnel,
the train had been and gone
but I was the light
for my shadow;
shine on, shine on!