If there will be a future it will be bestrewn with flowers, and bright leaves of many colors and waterfalls plunging from high hills and hidden rivers it will be dark as a misty day in December or will frolic like the Spring unaccountably if there will be a future it will shimmer with suggestion hide in the shadows shy as a young child it will linger uncommonly long before announcing itself then shout its name like a thunderclap! if there will be a future it will curl at the end of the bed like an old dog who loves to be with those she loves it will slumber without regret and wake at odd times to watch the stars at play if there will be a future the light of the moon will illuminate its topography like an atlas of the nearly forgotten mountains and valleys, oceans and shores will stand out as if on the first day naked to the dawn if there will be a future we will will it we will wish it with all our hearts our souls will reach out for it we will play with it like kittens nibble on its grassy meadows like lambs roar with pleasure and wash it clean with tears of wonder.