The diffused gleam of jaded dreams
like a siren call upon our desires deep
to sink again in their harrowed streams.

We walk on towards better things
trailing the hummingbird of hope.
Onward, intrepid on rainbow wings.

We live to die another day and begin
with a fated end. Till then we spend
our hours fueling the fire held within.

Why settle for being the fallen fruit
when we can sprout, lush and green?
Again, we will grow; we will take root.

Sadness is as much
A part of our life
As happiness is and
this is the reason
I am writing now
For tomorrow who knows
I might barely
be able to stitch
The two parts together
With one mention
Of your name.

O, dreams of tomorrow,
Keep us alive today.
To meet you tomorrow,
Help us survive today.

Our little minds
Find it too hard to tackle,
All the situations
While being tied in shackles.

Shackles of expectations
And weight on dreamy eyes,
These are the hurdles,
We are free otherwise!

Little race that we have
To complete the to-do lists,
We wear blinders on eyes,
While walking through the mist.

To break all the barriers
And to find that sun ray,
Focusing on the future,
Let’s find our drive today.

O, dreams of tomorrow!
Help us survive today.
To meet you tomorrow,
Keep us alive today.

I stayed up all night
dreaming and hopeful of tomorrow
because I knew I'd be spending it with you.
but things get in the way
and today doesn't seem as bright as it looked last night
and when you told me that I wouldn't be seeing you
I stayed up all night
dreaming and hoping of another day
that I'd get to spend time with you.

Yesterday,
I was stronger than I thought
earlier today,
Not my strongest anyway
for tomorrow,
I strive to grow.

Davenport Tomorrow
by Michael R. Burch

Davenport tomorrow ...
all the trees stand stark-naked in the sun.

Now it is always summer
and the bees buzz in cesspools,
adapted to a new life.

There are no flowers,
but the weeds, being hardier,
have survived.

The small town has become
a city of millions;
there is no longer a sea,
only a huge sewer,
but the children don't mind.

They still study
rocks and stars,
but biology is a forgotten science ...
after all, what is life?

Davenport tomorrow ...
all the children murmur through vein-streaked gills
whispered wonders of long-ago.

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