Tomorrow Feels So Far Away

A Poem

Photo by Jr Korpa on Unsplash

blazin’ toward that horizon
the sun makes another arc
in this grand revolution
splattered across the sky

winter spells become summer fruits,
each led by season’s bird call,
and we’re tangled in a cycle
telling us we’re growing old too fast

markin’ that moon shimmer,
midnight is just a glimpse away
till we’re caught sleepless
in cold and wrinkled bedsheets

summer songs lead to passions
which always end before they begin
and tumble towards unhappy strums
of tunes we’d best off forget

lovin’ you was what I knew
from moonfall to sunrise —
when tomorrow felt far away
and joy was no stranger

these violent delights
never should have trespassed,
and I think I might have been happy
if I had crossed someone else’s shadow