Tomorrow's Present Day

Somewhere in sand 'n stone, This beach lays open 'n wide 'n cold. Not from the standpoint of emptiness found in it's ocean, But in the form of purified space and beauty's isolation. Footsteps patter amongst outskirts but never after. Under on-top and through most ever past laughter. A fervent not hesitant share in elsewhere mire, Hope splotched sky in a place of mind so narrow I tire. In my view of decades calls them soon, Kindle the image inside without the tears. Sought in pictures I search the vast clouds, Spanning the orange bray horizon held by fears. Oh the brunt daft-ness of timing, Yield focus on the fine frame of next, Paired to the motion of cause and treasure, Covered shores with the single statued annex. Not lost cause ground never before gained, Stars sing so brightly on this perfectly white grain, Where miles of untouched beach seamlessly lay, Time and time again until tomorrow's present day came.