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Is there someone
you know,
Your loving them
so,
But taking them all
for granted?
You may lose them
one day
Someone takes them
away,
And they don't hear
the words
you long to say
The words of David Gates!
Tomorrow I shall see the birth of the awaited dawn
Today it seems I am locked in a midnight zone
Tomorrow I will not walk into the dread of the night
But shall be led by the blazing light

Tomorrow I will carry my yoke manfully
And never recite the litany of my woes mournfully
Tomorrow I shall slow down and stop by the mountain side
And watch the silvery stream joyfully down way glide

Tomorrow I shall seize every chance that comes my way
And never wait for them to fall on another day
Tomorrow I shall be out of my prison cell with discord round
And shall enter a palace with joys abound

Tomorrow I shall willingly partake of another’s grief
And never seek solely my own relief
Tomorrow I shall wait for the calm that follows the storm
And not grumble in haste that life is a withering dream

Tomorrow I shall look beyond the clouds of gathered gloom
And see for myself the beauty of stars that in hundreds bloom
Tomorrow amid hostilities I shall keep alive the sparks of friendship
And never mourn the absence of anyone for companionship

Did I hear someone teasingly say to my utter surprise
“Your resolutions sound so good! But what if tomorrow doesn’t arise?”
Flash of lightning fuses
a moment of dreaming
with momentary reality.

As I drift off again,
rolling thunder finds
all the cells in my body.

An ancient prayer moves
through my mind,
and before I know it
inner vision has found
a new story to see.
Copyrighted by Elisa Maria Argiro
your eyes are full of galaxies and i just want to sit and stargaze until i discover every last one.
The notion of time,
  a potion sublime

A bottomless pit,
  the physicists fit

Today or tomorrow,
  the future or past

As your arms wrap around it
  —your hands lose their grasp

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)
Cowardice and bravery
Not either-or
But different levels of

Valor and shame
A swinging door
Whose facings change when swung

A foil to confound
The Poets dream
With glory and disdain

Bravery and cowardice
Not zero-sum
  —but often look the same

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)
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