The Island Called Tomorrow
I’m a wayfarer, sailing on angry seas;
in search of a future tomorrow;
my obsession has become a disease;
my journeys brought only sorrow.
I left, behind me, a most peaceful shore;
an island, known as today;
I had been lonely from sorrows and war;
and memories of yesterday..
Surely a much better place lay ahead;
gentle winds could guide me there;
but storms caused crashing waves, instead;
my ship was devoid of a love to share.
The tempest was my memory of the past;
barely keeping my ship on the surface;
I wondered how such memories could last;
and what, pray tell; was their purpose.
Today had been a place to fullfill my quest;
hoping to be in love; united;
the love I sought; wasn’t love; but a guest;
for mine, was a love, unrequited.
I had dreamed of a place called tomorrow;
a beautiful island; existing far away;
a place, said to be devoid of all sorrow;
where all sailors will dock someday.
Everyone dreams of a heaven somewhere;
a kingdom, where forever we’ll stay;
all of us dream of a perfection, to share;
when tomorrow becomes today.
Monty 8/9/24. # 2,264