I woke today without a thought.
I tried to write as I ought.
The hours past, the writing naught,
perhaps a blockage I have caught.
But tomorrow is another day.
Will I write, I cannot say.
Will the blockage have its way?
Or will the rhymes come out to play.
Questions asked but answer’s few.
If not to write what will I do?
Will I feel sad and blue?
Or will tomorrow shed a clue?
I’ll let you know, wait right here.
I’ll try my hardest, this I swear.
Long or short, I don’t care.
Because it’s always best to share.
A world at peace, perhaps a dream,
with goals shared as a team.
A future bright for one and all,
tomorrows fears then are small.
Common ills conquered without bloodshed,
pessimism starved when all are fed.
Optimism shines brightening our days,
nights restful when worry strays.
Children are joyful when parents secure.
Generations prosper when time is sure.
Growth’s insured without need,
when the common good we all heed.
Life is for the tasting.
Time is not for wasting.
Joy is what is found.
When tomorrow’s we are bound.
Escape the path of wrath.
The proof is in the math.
The more love that you share,
the more you are aware.
The more things that you see,
the more you’ll feel free.
The more things that you feel,
the more your life is real.
Though hardships get us down,
the winners wear the crown.
They toast the end of day,
tasting dreams there to stay.
The day is gray, my mood is bright.
The air is cold but I’ve seen the light.
My darling slumbers, cozy and warm.
Together we’re safe, surviving the storm.
With a kiss she’ll awake from a dream.
Our eyes meet and our faces will beam.
The hugging continues meshed as one.
Another day for us has now begun.
Time will pass, eventually we’ll rise.
The future’s now clear in our loving eyes.
The dreams of day become the dreams of night.
Our tomorrows the same and that’s all right.
It’s hard to feel better,
when every song sounds the same.
They’re all about love.
And in all I hear her name.
Melodies of yesterdays,
now static in my mind.
Harmony found muted,
only silence now to find.
Tomorrows skip forward,
tonal change taps away.
But the beat must go on,
tuning out on Saturday.
Days apart are barely endured.
Yet moments apart somewhat cured.
We’ve texts and the phone,
so not completely alone.
Though it’s your smile I wish to see.
Wishes come true, we can surely agree.
For a tomorrow will come.
And together we’ll be.
Saturday’s here but we’re apart.
Not a great way for a weekend to start.
Work interferes, as often it will.
But tomorrow will come and sure to thrill.
All this thinking may take its toll.
But why stop now, I’m on a roll.
As I ponder forever tomorrows,
the feelings flow, the writing follows.
Though forever a long time away,
my thoughts of you are sure to stay.
I dream of our future when I’m awake.
I feel you near with each breath I take.
I feel your heartbeat when mine is still.
I think I love you and always will.
Sunday awakened the very best way,
cool and sunny the rest of the day.
Alone I rise but with joy in my eyes.
For goodnights I’ll share but never goodbyes.
My darling awaits our quiet afternoon.
Impassioned am I to see her soon.
Lunch we’ll share after a scenic drive.
Fulfillment we’ll have, feeling alive.
Our time today short, but tomorrows there’ll be.
When awakened are we and each other we see.
In a poet’s eyes future’s seen.
And the hands of time will pen.
Your kiss inspires another poem.
It’s not how but when.
So it’s time for another tomorrow poem,
because I’ll to see you then.
Our evening will be the most delightful.
Until we meet again.
A sunrise missed and my mind’s askew.
Coffee and pencil’s here, but I know not what to do.
My darling sleeps while this morning I write.
And this world awakens from dreams of last night.
I’ve thoughts of love and work, the when and past.
But now the coffee’s cold, cos our time goes fast.
Then scribbled words on the page appear.
Or some cloudy premonitions clearly I fear.
This day’s unsure and maybe more rain.
Thought always we know the sun rises again.
What a difference a day can be.
A question answered and a mind set free.
What a difference a day can be.
Another day closer is you and me.
Her scent lingers on my fluffy pillow,
sensations wished to forever know.
Her head softly rests upon my chest,
sensations whisper our love is best.
Our eyes will meet, lips soon follow.
Dreams awaken a sensational tomorrow.
Just a little note, it’s what I do;
words best convey my love of you.
While tomorrows may be better poetry,
nothing’s better than you for me.
My heart awaits the beat of two.
Life’s breathed into moments few.
Yesterdays on wings we flew.
Tomorrows soar hand in hand with you.