Tomorrow
There is always a tomorrow
After that last sorrow
After that last furrow.
Soaring over our pendant in the sky
Flapping gently in the firmament
A nightingale with silvery sheen
Warbles its eternal song in sunlit realms
Never shrouded by blackened clouds
Veiling dread crevasses.
Lilting in love
Lingering evermore
On lighted pedestals 'neath that great door
Each heart, a harp, shall sing on dawn's bright shore
Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow.