Tomorrow Land Poem by Helen Crutchett

Meet me in the stream of tomorrow land
If in this life I shall ne'er hold your hand.
To clutch on to a dream that I cannot touch
Doth trickle thru' the sands of time like dandelion dust.
My eyes gaze unseeing into the gloom of black ink
Spilt on a page unwritten because muse's thoughts flit
Unspoken across the waiting line like poppies dead
Without your love all is lost and my heart feels like lead.
Only your soothing words can quell this ache inside
How many times must I hide my love because of foolish pride
Prevents me from saying what I feel in case of rejection
So, I hide behind a mirror of fantasy and dreams reflection
Hoping you will look to the heavens tonight to see my star
Pouring pity upon this sorry woman's heart.

(c) Helen Crutchett