Tomorrow...

Some days start with a bright sunshine

Some grey with clouds, or crystal rain

Some bring spring and love in air

Some stained pillows and battered pain...

Some bring to you a long lost friend

And some bring dreams of morrow

Some bound with joy, and heaps of pleasure

Some great despair and sorrow...

Some days the postman brings a mail

From a love long lost in a distant town

Some day affray an ally lost

Some angry words and an arrogant frown

Some days you miss your bus to work

And slip on a stray banana peal

Call it a bad one, damned, cursed day

You would know how it can feel

And times a perfect morning comes

With an aura of the times gone

And that one perfect sun that brings

An amber almost perfect dawn

Yet if I ask you dear friend

The best day of your life

I wonder what a tale you'd tell

Was that just once or twice?

A perfect day that never comes

Or is it just each day?

A perfect day a notch too good

Or a bit to off the way...

An unexpected gift it brings

Or brings great accomplishments

Would it be like two spoons sugar

Or like some rare condiments?

You ask me for my perfect day,

I would chose none above...

For it shall be a day not rare

But one that starts with hope

A day which starts of hope to find

A old letter in a book

An old affinity coming back

A long lost love's last look...

The day which starts with hope and promise

And ends with pure dejection

The day that brings some gloom at end

And a heart tearing rejection

For no day can be perfect so

To be perfect till the end

But only if it starts in faith

Before anguish extends...

For anguish of each dying night

Brings dreams in dead despair

A dream which is the key to morrow

In comfort dreams are rare.

When I sleep with peace in me

I drift to an unseen place

I have no zest for the day to come

No raw emotions to disgrace

And with an ache in heart or two

I spin reels of reverie

For the next day must bring with it

The long lost bounds of treasury...

And so my love when I'm with you

My days are like a dream

But when not so there is still hope

The hope that is called tomorrow...

~Saba