Tomorrow Poem by Louise Anchor

Tomorrow I tell
I tell about tomorrow
What has happened
There has happened
Cause tomorrow I wake up
Tomorrow I live, instead of just being alive
Tomorrow I see
Tomorrow Ill meet the person ill try to understand as long as I realize
Tomorrow we create life
Tomorrow we forget together
Tomorrow we walk in the stroke of the march
Tomorrow, the sanity will find me
Tomorrow I’ve felt that I can’t reach what happened yesterday
Cause at yesterday, I was sleeping
Yesterday, I closed my eyes against the mirror of eternity
Yesterday, I met nothingness; it sat in my cellar, filled all of its space, and a couple of seconds more
It denied my divine skills
Cause at yesterday, I remembered in loneliness
The time I fell and became insane
And at yesterday, I was breathing without life
I felt the emptiness melting time
And I saw the second’s dropping in the holes
They took some slight dust of the world withem
And I refused to be down to earth on a contaminated earth
And just as I saw my own eliminated
A cloud raised and griped me
For a thousand years, there I laid under the sky, and considered people of the earth
I just floated quietly over the unrestlessness
Until my time came
When I still had an escalating memory to catch
Tomorrow is with me, tomorrow is eternity
For I deny when I nothing regret
But when I regret, I accept
Tomorrow tells me that the burden of world is necessary to take on your shoulders
So we can understand the joy of breaks in time
Because it is the memoirs, the dawn
And the kingdom of the heartbeat in the water
Its not what we see, but what happens beyond the visions and the neurotics
The one that tells you that you didn’t were before,
You are now
Where a human devoted spirit leads you
Through the lightfoggy water
And stops your getting before it becomes lost
And if real life is a cloud
Let us always catch it
Humble ourselves and look into the eyes of it
Know it for what it is, and the curved waves of it
And then, put it away
Save it for one morning
For the hours and the times between the sun, the moon and the stars through each other
Cause maybe we are alive, but do we live?

© copyright 2009 Louise Anchor