Who wants what ,When, Now .

She wanted a tree ,   not the details of dreams
She wanted yesterday ,  even yesterdays oxygen once shared.
I kept saying ,  desire will be the death of us .
She wanted me to whisper words ,  not write them .
We were screaming children.,  she kept reading between the lines.
And I wondered where was the picnic ,  only salty soup was served.
Old memories went floating up side a hill , who cares to catch them ?
They drift down the valley and across a frozen lake , there's no voices .
All promises are beyond Mars , beyond Venus , beyond Mercury .
Sometimes you have to wait for the star-light .
Other times , it is there , in your greedy little empty chapped hands .