In my youthful pride, I forgot how quickly death can take.
How he can come and then be done and leave destruction in his wake.

With bright eyes gleaming, I forgot how dark the night can be.
Then night came, with no stars beaming, and none could the dawn foresee.

Yet it was here, in this darkness, that the light began to shine.

I know that
for one moment
tomorrow morning

I will have forgotten
this pain

tearing through me
like lightning
through a tree

but after that moment
I will be struck
all over again

Awake or asleep I do not remember my dreams.
Like you I once did dream.
Long since did my dreams abandon me.
Though I know I once dreamt.
I vaguely recall nightmares and I sense I have lived them.
I know the shadows they left and the darkness now, where once dream was possible.
Perhaps it was that I imagined dreams, for my memories recall once believing I was happy.
Or perhaps that is just my dreams reminding me of their death.
I ponder if my dreams... like my memories... are all of my past.
Are they still dreams and is it still dreaming if they are but memories?

Today is yesterday's "tomorrow"

If we be a day (today)
let's make tomorrow jealous

As dusk falls
and night conquers yet again
I dream of dawn.

Sometimes when I sleep
I pray my eyes won’t start to peak
And see the eyes of tomorrow
Become my future sorrow