Tomorrow Gently Falls Poem by Mahfooz Ali

The patter of the winter falling gently upon my memories,
While the softness of the silence
Takes me to another place,
Another time.

Crystal rainbows of the past
Whisper gentle teardrops of past
slowly into my ear.
I hear the words the centuries have taught me to crave the most.
I live more than life itself, forever and through the years.

Another thousand years have past,
And the snow not quite the same,
Yet still I hear the patters of the gently falling snow.

I see the scope as the snow does gently fall,
Never watch your yesterdays,
While tomorrow gently falls……………..