In Lieu of the Present
by Sanja Dayslink
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Rated "PG" by the Author.
 Share
 Print  Save  Become a Fan
The words speak for themselves in this one. But not necessarily for me personally :-) |
|
|
Today I sit and think a while,
while underneath the blue.
Tomorrow I will show a smile,
as soon as I see you.
Today I dream a simple thing,
though it seems so unreal.
Tomorrow I'll still be in spring,
since it is you I feel.
Today I love the things you say,
and everything you do.
Tomorrow I'll still feel this way,
for I've fallen for you.
Today I wonder how you are,
worrying too much.
Tomorrow it won't be as far,
close enough to touch.
Today I recall the things I've seen,
but no one quite like this.
Tomorrow you'll still be so pristine,
I can't wait till we kiss.
Today I dream tomorrow,
tomorrow I'll dream today.
I'll never be in sorrow,
as long as I feel this way.
|
|
|
Want to review or comment on this
poem?
Click here to login!
Need a FREE Reader Membership?
Click here for your Membership!
|
| Reviewed by Randall Barfield |
4/27/2008 |
|
| "Close enough to touch". Somebody's lucky. Tomorrow, that is. Cheers |
|
|
|
|
| Reviewed by Rose Rideout |
4/25/2008 |
|
Such a beautiful write as I must say this is how I feel when I know my husband is returning home. My favorite verse... Today I wonder how you are, worrying too much, Tomorrow it won't be as far, close enough to touch. Thankl you for sharing Sanja.
Your friend Newfie Hugs, Rose |
|
|
|
|
| Reviewed by Flying Fox Ted L Glines |
4/24/2008 |
|
Ah, Sanja, this is a unique and wonderful way to handle our passage from yesterday, through today, and on to tomorrow; from the memories, through reality, and into the dream. Very well penned!
Ted |
|
|
|
|
| Reviewed by Karen Palumbo |
4/24/2008 |
|
Wonderfully enriching and loving piece with a romantic touch intertwined....
Be always safe,
Karen |
|
|
|
|
| Reviewed by Deborah Munson (Reader) |
4/24/2008 |
|
| Romantic write that I can picture you walking along the shore tossing this creation to the waves, kept hidden deep inside a bottle, aching for her love. Well Done! Deborah |
|
|
|
|
| Reviewed by Felix Perry |
4/24/2008 |
|
The edge of forever is always tomorrow and the dreams that we chose today or that chose us are the warmth that keeps hearts and loves believing in all the wonders of the world such as magic and miracles. This is a lovely write Sanjs...very romantic.
hugs
Fee |
|
|
|
|
Bookmarks