Tomorrow Poem by Mark Heathcote

Darling, you're sewing-a-place in my heart, suturing-the-sky
what will happen next, isn't a secret, but it's a gift
it's the gift that keeps-on-giving
you, know the day after-the-next
that's right darling, tomorrow.
Darling, I could cry. But-you-can heals all-my-wounds
kiss them goodbye.
Once this pandemic has finally departed and gone.
It'll take just a small breath, an ember, a spark?
To light up and fill up this empty vacant-space
but then what happens next is up to you.
You know the day after-the-next
that's right darling, is tomorrow.

Darling, you can heal-my-wounds
when-this pandemic is finally-ended.
Darling, you're sewing-a-place in my heart, suturing-the-sky
what will happen next, isn't a secret but it's a gift
it's the gift that keeps-on-giving
you know, darling, just like you
you know the day after-the-next
that's right darling, is tomorrow, tomorrow.
Tomorrow-pandemic-free with my heart turned-inside-out
ready to avouch my love for you beneath a steeple
in front of many friends and people
the gift that keeps on giving
yes, tomorrow, tomorrow-if-tomorrow comes for you and me.

Darling, you're sewing-a-place in my heart, suturing-the-sky
once this pandemic has finally departed and gone
let me leave the battlefield and applaud
everyone who has been saved, for all that they've done,
and who they are—
once this pandemic has finally departed and gone.
It'll take just a small breath, an ember, a spark?
To light up and fill up this empty vacant-space
but then what happens next is up to you.
You know the day after-the-next
that's right darling, is—tomorrow.