I can remember tomorrow's breeze
It whispers a poem as sweet as honey
It'll be haunting, moving and calm
It was joyous and exciting and funny
Tomorrow's sky was beautiful
A deep blue, clear as crystal
Until the dark came
Shining darkness
And there were stars
I hope there are stars
I named them all
But not yet
They're named for memories I'm yet to have
And for the future I've already lived
I'm thinking back to tomorrow's sunset
It bathed the land in a warm glow
I put my hands on the delicate grass
It was a feeling that I'll soon know
I'm looking back to tomorrow's drive
The road was open and yet it felt slow
It soon though went in many ways
I never knew which was the way to go
A love will blossom and it was so pure
Tomorrow it will be real as the moon
Believe it
I remember
I'm so sure it will
After it has
See it before
Understand the past
After all, there is a future
Tine fish swim through strong currents
Underwater the stones are strangely still
And that water is warm and without a chill
Endlessly paddling doesn't seem worth it
Overnight it'll just dry up
- Author: matt15rsp ( Offline)
- Published: May 12th, 2020 16:50
- Comment from author about the poem: One of those poems where a trail of thought just ran away with itself.
- Category: Unclassified
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