Tomorrow.
You fill me, like lemonade, with sparkling energy,
geometric hopes that dull over hours of patient waiting;
your light touch absorbs me like a chanced dance with the moon;
you are turmoil amongst my ruffled minds;
you disturb me like wind in the washing;
you show me peeks of a world through a misting eyelid;
you share photographs tinted from sun,
preparing me for tomorrow,
tomorrow’s black veils and whitened flowers
that drown me in a sepia world,
their world,
the world of tomorrow,
just out of reach until today.