Tomorrow Will Come
I see your silhouette through my window
caught by the moon's light on the far hill
Where you sit...alone, where the stone seat is
Once, we were lovers
You live on the cobbled road in a big house
where the stone gates are...and I
above the shop where my father makes shoes
I still carry scars from when our love was young
innocent and fragile
You gave me your heart, though I was far beneath
your station in society
This summer was alive, We picked fragrant flowers
taking turns placing them in our hair
We covered every unseen meadow
and swam naked in the lake
that lays below the farthest hill
where the large stones are under the elm
that gave us shade and comfort from the day
It stormed the last time I saw you
The deep sadness etched in your face
the silent scream covered in tears
your fists pounding on your father's chest
as stroke after stroke from his foreman's whip
cut deep in my back, ripping away flesh
screaming the words " you don't belong "
My blood flowed that day as I lay in the rain for hours
unable to move...balled up, while the ground ran red
mixing with the mud
Over the months my wounds have healed
Scars remain...tattooed reminders
I look out my window and see your silhouette
in the moon's light, alone and haunting
Tomorrow I'm going to run to you so we can escape
and find our own horizon
And once again exchange flowers in our hair
without fear
Tomorrow my love, Tomorrow
For now, I notice it's starting to rain
I'll close my window and look at the empty seat on the hill
and count the raindrops as they hit my window pane
as I keep repeating... Tomorrow
9/26/17 contest Love for Movie Screens
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