Tomorrow
Vague narration, like a blurred picture,
No words can fully interpret.
Might be an unknown torment,
Or a glass of fine liquor.
A place yet known, or an answer yet heard,
A time whether a promise, would be kept or broken.
Where lines display, the setting sun,
The night, or the dawn.
A stage still with curtains,
Never knowing what will appear.
A window, with undrawn drapes,
Will either show a smile, or a face full of tears.
This can be redemption, salvation, or despair,
A path that shows nowhere.
Like a point a line would arrive,
Where beings will once again breathe and strive.
It is a land where everyone wants to be.
Something unknown they will try to see.
It is a reward depending on your Labor,
A scale that would judge you,
Or a fate that will be in your favor.
Copyright © Yehoshua Yochanan | Year Posted 2023
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