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.