Young Writers Society

Tomorrow

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Let us keep our thoughts

Gated from tomorrow

In this twilight

An ocean, no

A lake, no

A puddle of peace

Left by some unthinking hand

No one’s seen it

I don’t want to know

Let us stay under

This tree painted in shadows

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We can learn from that tree

Waiting, living, silent, peaceful

A shame we can’t stand like trees

We stand like water

Always going down

We all know where

None dare say it

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But let us leave these contemplations

Let us leave tomorrow

For today

Let us live now without a care

Until morning.

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Remembrance of things past

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Let us stop and look

As one towards

This everlasting sunset

Always edging to twilight

Never to reach tomorrow

Never for us to see

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Let us stop and look

At dreams hoisting anchor

Sailing into the sunset

As we chase them

Through this everlasting sunset

Leaving us to go on, turning our heads to the fiery sea

Leaving us to wonder

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Let us stop and look

To the fields behind us glimmering green

In the ever nearing twilight

The world’s down there

Away from the everlasting sunset

But where to go?

But where to wish?

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Let us stop and look

At each other

Dressed in black

Mourning

In this everlasting sunset

Why do we mourn?

Why do we look to the lands behind forlorn?

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Let us stop and look

At this monument

Let us stop and look at ourselves

In remembrance of things past.

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In search of lost time

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I stand so strange

So selfish so arrogant so vain

Longing for something

Longing to leave it behind

But why?

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So many think the same

Think they see the world for what it is

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So much Less than what they see

Pyrite shimmering in imagined light

Not quartz and gold shining summer sunlight

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But I still stand stumbling

Rambling, cursing backwards

Looking still

In search of lost time

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Untitled (birthday poem)

This poem is for abigail, My Muse and my morningstar, happy birthday

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The years

Like tears,

trickle away,

One by one they drip down

Into an ocean.

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But why kneel upon the banks and weep?

This ocean of years is an ocean of memories,

An ocean of hopes and dreams,

A sea love and joy.

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Every drop is a moment in life,

A moment in the river of time.

Every drop is an evanescent world,

Every drop is a drop for your time,

Give thanks, but do not mourn the passing years.

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Time will pass without regard,

It stops for none,

And rarely relents the same chance twice.

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So step off the banks my love,

Step off the banks and swim.