Tomorrows Love

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

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