The Next Day
Yesterday ...
a lifetime of romantic dreams unfulfilled
Love to me
was only silver screen cinematically real
My heart held no one close,
the arms of acquaintances framed an empty repose
Pictures of loneliness adorned my vacant house of hope
Yesterday ...
an endless overcast sky of gloomy gray
Love so elusive,
like a parade of butterflies fluttering by
The flower of my heart was open,
but love never a-lighted upon it
Today ...
somehow was different someway
Love smiled at me,
when a maiden so fair crossed my path
Holding no umbrella,
unshielded from the down pouring rain
I covered her with my canopy,
and therewith a virgin conversation began
Today ...
a spark of desire kindled in my heart
Love reached out to me,
and I felt the touch of another soul
more lonelier than perhaps even I
But the sparkle of hope for love
always danced exuberantly in her eyes
Teaching me that she
forever rested in the next day
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