The sun rises,
yet carries no promise,
no assurance in its glow.
The day unfolds,
a fragile paper plane,
darting through skies of maybe.
Steps taken
on borrowed ground,
each moment a flicker
in the void.
We hold on,
knowing not the tether,
only the fragile link to now.
Breath mingles
with the wind,
a transient gift,
a silent vow.
Eyes wide open,
capturing today,
for there is no tomorrow,
only the eternity of now.
Love whispers
soft in ears,
a sacred hymn
in a fleeting world.
Time bends
around our embrace,
twisting, turning,
never promised, always pure.
In the mosaic
of what we are,
a thousand yesterdays
form the canvas.
No tomorrow
looms ahead,
only the art
of a living masterpiece.
Hearts beat
a rhythm of today,
a symphony,
unbound by fear.
No tomorrow
waits in shadows,
only the light of here and now.
In every touch,
every whispered word,
we bind in the eternal present,
crafting dreams
not of what could be,
but what is,
and always will be.
Memory dances
like fireflies,
guiding us
to live each breath.
For no tomorrow
is certain,
only the beauty
we create in the now,
the space
between beats.
Take my hand,
no promise kept,
no future seen.
We dance on the edge
of forever,
where now is all,
and all is one.