Tomorrow

Viewers on the sidelines, they asked me
Girl, where you walking to?
In furrowed brow, consistency,
I said I'm walking toward you.
A place some call Tomorrow,
A myth as Troy, a paradise,
To Atlantis without a compass
I said, 'I sure could use some good advice.'

I've lost my way, the way to Go
To find you, my Tomorrow.
Your rolling greens, and summer things,
Your golden days, oh sorrow.
A wise man yelled only time would tell
'Said your heart's the compass, burrow!
Dig a little deeper, find your faith.
Close your eyes and in your wake,
Soon you will see Tomorrow.

Dry your eyes sweet meandering
Tomorrow comes on graceful wings
See her vision before you now?
Fly upon the wings of How.
Claim the eagle, that bird of Gold,
And soon, Tomorrow, thou shalt behold.
The compass, your heart, must fly!
Tomorrow arrives to all who try.

Reviews

[matthias]

Dry your eyes sweet meandering
Tomorrow comes on graceful wings
See her vision before you now"...nice lines but I will say the sweet tomorrow are uncertain and wishy washy are lays in her folds...nice poem!

[WatcherInSilence]

Amazing...This exemplifies the true meaning of truth...When we look inside of us and perceive what our inner thoughts hold, we are able to set our own truth free (or as you have said, "see Tomorrow"). For the light of another day never shines far away, instead it lingers within our hearts...

[Solilokiss]

Thank you Watcher. I owe the recent inspiration to you, for urging me to go within as you have. Thank you for that and for your kind review as well!

[MsJewel]

You have shared a wonderful message in this uplifting, insprirational little gem. The last verse is exceptional. I enjoyed reading this very much.

:) Julie

[Solilokiss]

Thank you Julie. I appreciate the kind review. Have a wonderful day :)