Tomorrow Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Tomorrow comes dark
In it’s to be
Glow on today spark
For reality to see
Golden red horizon
Blue waves weaving
Till faith is done
In time receiving

Playful on and on
Dark quills the light
Each shadow’s now gone
With deep starry flight
A day in its beginning
Rising the golden bloom
As dawn is singing
Away flickering gloom

Tomorrow comes in
With gold in arising
Each weaves of flicker spin
More tender and surprising
O day my love!
Now birds are singing
Much tender feelings of
And happiness bringing