in the days to come
I shall tend my garden
I shall be alone
with memories of your distance
until the sun falls
and the animals gather
and the clouds finally clear
from the skies
in the days to come
I shall tend my garden
I shall be alone
with memories of your distance
until the sun falls
and the animals gather
and the clouds finally clear
from the skies
sun branches shadows
the past shaping the future
a bird sings and leaves
which road
our choices are endless
which door
which key
our decisions are endless
once a first step is taken
our futures are endless
shadows filter as his hand hovers above the silver coin
decisions must be made, lives shaped
the moon drowns out the stars
you look forward
I search back
brothers centuries apart
inspired by Dominic
world stop turning
every day the morning sun lips the far horizon
and the ever-present present stretches to the future
looking to the sunset
soft hand on strong shoulder
waiting for the night
and then the new beginning
Sunrise there, way over there,
Way over beyond where the earth bends its shoulder
To see where the morning might come from
Sunrise that colour, the colour of that flower,
That flower, oh you know it,
That flower whose heads hang on the sunken green footways
Where carts used to trundle
And the cumulonimbus, the clouds that a child drew,
The clouds of a fluffy-inked ankle tattoo,
They now frame the distance of soon silver linings
And the sunrise lightens my darkness.
moon backlights all monochrome
from the past the future looms
too many tomorrows
never arrive
too many tomorrows
for the rest of our lives
too many tomorrows
that should be today
too many tomorrows
when I do not dare say