Tomorrows Love

Stephen O'Connor
Jul 20, 2017 · 2 min read

For land, love and all the sorrow, he will wait
Far beyond tomorrow

But only to be made a fool, with clenched fists and anger fueled
Oh tomorrow, she is cruel


The roses thorn pierces the heart
Its keeper, slowly spills red into the darkness of the blue

He’s lost at sea

The swaying, the endless emptiness
He’s thinking of you


Always of you
He dreams the hope that you dream of him too

Weak and tired, atop the dark, endless blue
Oh tomorrow, she is cruel


The stars above they glisten
They promise hope in vain

He gazes up, solid and stern
Yet their glimmer mock his pain

Breathing a sigh into the heavy air
He demands of the gods that his love be fair

To guide him from this ship-less ocean back ashore
But no god shall suffer a fool

Oh tomorrow, she is cruel


They glide below
They soar overhead

And float to the floor
Will a heart that’s dead

But he will hope to return
Not to this place but theirs

To breathe a new life
Free from care

Then his heart that once spilled
It would no longer be

The same would be said of his longing for thee


Not all is lost
Hold true to love

Hope springs with the warmth from the gold above
But the night it wins in this daily duel

Oh tomorrow, she is cruel


His love is resting on the rocky shore
He longs for what was once, once more

Beseeching the powers that be to set free
And bring back to him his lost lover at sea


He cries out:

Let him have the earth at his feet
And my life and love more!

Forgive me! I love him.
Return him to me. Bring him ashore


But tomorrow she is cruel
And tomorrow she succeeds

The rose has withered
For his heart no longer bleeds

With her she brings the creatures below
They feast and finish

They leave nothing to show


His life has left
His soul is but this

Forever alone in this bitter abyss


Still he will wait
Now in the blue


Still he will dream
Always of you


Copyright © 2017 Stephen O’Connor – All Rights Reserved

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