Beguiled by Tomorrow

Simply thing of what tomorrow brings.

Tomorrow, the time that can intrigue and inspire,

that playfully seduces like a fleeting kiss upon the cheek.

For now, its lacunal mystery is never known until

at some, unspecified time you awaken, not to it but to a new day.

It is always unknown, it beckons to be planned, to make new

smiles from your hopes and dreams and never guarantees.

It laughs at Destiny because within its unknown mystery

nothing, not any hidden power can lead you down its trail.

The story that unfolds, on that day that follows today,

is never known until the thought of tomorrow changes to a new day.

First you move from yesterday’s slumber, still holding the wishes

of tomorrow that they become the reality of a new day.

A stretch, a yawn first appears upon your blank page and waits to record

your life as you will live rather being filled with life before it is lived.

And, think, if we could write the pages of our lives and then live them,

would the thought of Tomorrow remain as the beguiling mystery it is?