Come Tomorrow

I've been

Sitting in this same old chair,

Four long years

Come tomorrow.

And I've been

Waiting for the rains to come...

Flood this plain

Come tomorrow.

Clouds roll by and

Cover the sky,

Blacken the sun

And my lonely heart.

Days go by

And I'm wondering why

Raindrops aren't falling

On my rooftop.

I've been

Waiting for the wind to blow down

This cracked shell

I call a home.

Your smile...

Still feel it on my fingertips.

You're buried deep

Within my skin

Thunder rumbles

Through the valley...

Your voice still echoes

In my head.

High and dry,

But I'm not hopeless.

Eyes are closed,

But I'm not lost.

I've been

Stumbling, but I haven't fallen

Out of something

That I cling to.

Cleansing...

It travels in the distance...

Will it be here

Come tomorrow?

© José V. Guerra Awe