Tomorrow

Tomorrow

Dear him, who longs to see me smile,

Tell me not, may he

There is no tomorrow. . .

And truth may it not be

For I’d merely feel hollow

Dear one, who lightens my heart

From the distance, with a touch so subtle

I would only smile. . . .

For there is a tomorrow, yet

My impending hour is your tomorrow!

They say: live large, live wrong

‘Like there’s no tomorrow’

But, dear him, would he tell me to?

Live bit by bit, live it right

At today’s end tomorrow must follow

So save that breath, and sing your song

Dear him, evoker of nameless emotions

Ought he to glimpse what’s veiled within?

The last time he heard her cries

It was rain. . . . . . .

But if tomorrow unwinds in his eyes

May her melodic laughter transcend illusions?

Your playful wink is my tomorrow!

Why say, darling, no tomorrow?

When today scarcely suffices us. . . . .

Yet thousand miles of farness left to span

And hearts of coldness to condense…

Won’t you promise not to linger sorrow?

When your fingers shield my eyes,

As closer you come, and love is your voice

Sweet whispers echoing off the air

“Tomorrow’s no more a caprice”

Then I will sever all my ties

Come to you, descending the stairs of cloud

No tiara of monsoon on my hair

I’ll be your unadorned princess

Wearing just one smile. . .

Tomorrow may find her

Inseparably intertwined

In his tender arms

May tomorrow come on ever. . .

Senorita Enchantress

04/04/13