Oh sky of grey...
travel on your
eastward way.

The soaring birds
against your canvas ...
they catch my eye.

At lights end,
and twilight
settles in...
another day
I bid goodbye.

My tired body
on my bed I lay.
Dreams of waking for yet ....
another day.

An ode for
tommorow and
the roots that
it may lay.
Tonight I sleep
with hopes that
I will see
another
tomorrow
after, today.