Midnight
MIDNIGHT
The hands of the clock show midnight is near
Will tomorrow soon show itself here
As midnight descends tomorrow's not close
Promise gone
when time clock's hands foreclose
Finding tomorrow is chasing shadows
It's elusive as wind on endless meadows
Tomorrow is the mist in morning dawn
Intangible but yet a step further on
Tomorrow promises a whole new day
Getting past midnight makes it too far away
Yester records tomorrow has there been
Yet venture to yester impossible again
One moment nigh morrow seemingly there
BUT
It's fools gold for none get there from here
Copyright © Elizabeth Smith | Year Posted 2014
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