The cross of tomorrow

When the day turns to gold and the clouds creep away
And the things that I feel, I have no need to say,
When the sea and the sky join together as one
Before every last moment of twilight has gone,
When the air is so still there is no need to sing
Of the wondrous connections tomorrow may bring,
And the sea gives up softly it’s whispering sails
For the cross of tomorrow has no need of nails.


When the night feels like silk as it brushes my skin
When my soul is as deep as the dreams I am in,
While the mist fluttered ribbons of life tie my heart
The race still can be won, though I’m taking no part,
When a smile is like lantern light lighting the way
And the shadows of evening have nothing to say,
There is still a sensation of wonderment felt
At the cross on the hilltop where Caedmon once knelt.


Though my eyelids are heavy they hold back the night
For there are so many poems I still have to write,
And so many good reasons to wait for the day
There is so much to treasure, and so much to say,
As the sky cries in silver, I’ll sit on a wall
And listen to faraway sea birds that call,
With a sense of contentment they soar on the air
As my moments pass into eternity there…