If There Was No Tomorrow
When time past would freeze in winter of discontent
from eternity I’d borrow the spring of time present,
and bloom the flowers of time future in my meadow,
if there was no tomorrow.
The sunburst sky’s spectral flow of heavenly hue
radiated the tinge of ecstasy from the dawn’s dew,
in my unclosed eyes the perpetual painting I’d stow,
if there was no tomorrow.
At the edge of the seraphic night’s tapestry of blue
when the motif of love I lost I’d discover anew,
my dreams I’d lay on timeless moonbeam’s glow,
if there was no tomorrow.
When all the bridges of belonging would burn
a dismayed voyager from the wilds to you I’d return,
with you I’d merge turning to your second shadow,
if there was no tomorrow.
Written : August 21, 2019
January 20, 2020
Contest : Strand Choice
Sponsor : Brian Strand
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2019
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