Tomorrow always look forward:
After the last "I love you" every night
The seconds accumulate into minutes
Culminating in hours spent listening
To music awaiting the chance to reconnect
After the dreamscapes of sleep pulling us
To mutual fields of desire where we lose
Ourselves to the blind oblivion of kisses
We've never experienced in daylight reality--
Tomorrow has no guarantees:
Every morning is an adventure of starting over
As we awaken to the sweet sunlight of clear skies
Or the clouds that block the orb bringing rain
While trying to decipher unknowable events
That entice us with the blessed gift of life
To feel the soft rainbow of love in our souls
Desirous of a consummation we will never know--
Tomorrow is yesterday today:
When the succulent breeze of longing blows across
The temperate river of passion in which we swim
Like loons afraid to surface in the sight of humans
Only then can we realize the potential for bliss
Denied us since the Fall of our first parents
From the Paradise in which we search to lose ourselves
To the spiritual fulfillment of embraced lovers
Walking hand-in-hand along the shore of the surfed ocean
Where there is no escape from the mortal undertow--
Tomorrow is the time for words we cannot speak:
Love tosses its mane like a proud stallion unridden
By cowboys anxious to prove their equine prowess
On a bronc as strong and wilful as the mountains
That refuse to budge from the majesty of their position
On which climbers plant their boots seeking a foothold
On the sheer cliffs growing from the precipice of lust--
Tomorrow is a mystery we can never predict.
Dialina(9)/06/25-17:DUCK2174--08/18/2010
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