After Tomorrow

After tomorrow …

time will stand still.

After tomorrow

the trees will shed their leaves.

After tomorrow

we shall sing again /

albeit out of tune.

I shall taste the honey from the nectar tree.

And you will remember my name.

A liquid sky shall vanish,

and night will take a stand.

Every day that passes bestows a new prize.

Not one that we ask for / but one that we must accept.

Tomorrows are jewels cast upon the sand.

We stoop to pick one up /

only to misplace it, forgetting where we are.

After tomorrow …

the chains will break so we can breathe again.

After tomorrow the bloodroot will bloom,

the fox will leave its den,

and we can start anew.