Of tomorrow,
The pleasant sun
rises and falls with the reminiscent smell
of yesterday's ashes.
Like the light of the moon's wake,
we stare upon ourselves
and make quiet vows of thankfulness.
Are all we are but memories?
Soft, and laden with the smell
of the sun in rainwater.
Wet, like a human lick and
Torn, like our mothers from their homelands?
Perhaps...
but perhaps we're not destined for the past.
Perhaps we cannot write of love as though it were
Pink-laced and drunk.
A vow is not enough for tomorrow;
nor yesterday...
A vow is for the moment.
Please,
Vow to find us only in this moment.
Yesterday's ashes mix with the rain;
The street is washed clean tonight,
And tomorrow is a promise.
rises and falls with the reminiscent smell
of yesterday's ashes.
Like the light of the moon's wake,
we stare upon ourselves
and make quiet vows of thankfulness.
Are all we are but memories?
Soft, and laden with the smell
of the sun in rainwater.
Wet, like a human lick and
Torn, like our mothers from their homelands?
Perhaps...
but perhaps we're not destined for the past.
Perhaps we cannot write of love as though it were
Pink-laced and drunk.
A vow is not enough for tomorrow;
nor yesterday...
A vow is for the moment.
Please,
Vow to find us only in this moment.
Yesterday's ashes mix with the rain;
The street is washed clean tonight,
And tomorrow is a promise.