Surface of the Suns Reflection

In the moments of today its hard to believe there was a yesterday

Yesterday there were so many salty tears to wipe away from these eyes

Tears that reflected the mourning of a destiny erased and seemingly forgotten

Forgotten was the dreamy gaze and the hopefully honest promises made hand in hand

Promises of a tomorrow, that never became a today

One of those yesterdays the river rocks danced to the tune of laughter and romantic chatter

A sunshine so bright and illuminating on the naive faces of two lovers lost in one another

In those todays there would be small feet to squeeze and little books to read 

Theyd speak of old age and even younger generations to meet that came from their seeds

In those todays the bliss of naivety would soon fade and drown in the bottom of poison bottles

Reality of the bitter angry world ate away at the spirits that  knew where their hearts beat true 

Poison in the bottle made decisions that caused their tomorrows to bleed out 

Turned over bottles had long effects on the todays that grew shorter

They would forget they knew each other, and with blades of diction theyd cut their ties

In the today of now old poison begins to fade-reminders of when the joy of youth was at play

Each hand that touched in todays of the past now hold new promise on the fourth one in

What they forgot was that seeds make roots and that would always tie them

A new poison threatens the roots of yesterday, a battle begins to keep up their left over embers 

In the today of now a maturity reigns over the past lovers that were once young at the river bank

Curiosity takes a hand, while the other holds on to whats already began

Yesterday is like the rocks that danced on the surface of the suns reflection, sunk

Their tomorrow has been postponed to be sought in the stars where all is forgiven