The setting sun and rising moon
Bringing about the next day of noon
On the brisk cusp of tomorrow
Bringing not an ounce of sorrow

To the rising sun and oncoming day
What joys can I fill with your day
The wondrous and sights and sounds
Sitting on the brink of tomorrow

How can one be sad
When one always looks to tomorrow
Thinking about the beauty of the day
And thinking of days clad in plaid

To the long summer days
And brisk winter nights
Thanks to the gorgeous memories
With the promise of more on the morrow

To tomorrow
Full of promise and joy
Full of laughter and the ever beckoning ploy
The gift of tomorrow
The promise of a more promising horizon

What if that hope
which determines the certainty of your existence
in this world tomorrow
ends up being the Imposter?

I
promise
I
will
love
you
like
tomorrow
won’t
come.
~♥~