tomorrow morning at the first dawn
all these tears will fade away
none of the stars will appear
in this dawn of stormy day...
the heart forgets the face of pain
reduce the sap of loneliness
worries fade from the barren time
cleanse the wound mend the broken chimes...
frustrations …they come and go
like wars they rise and fall
like storms they blow strong winds
after all….cruelty will come to an end...
love is defined in many ways
like ocean meets the hardest door
and the beautiful thing mostly seen
are the creations painted by a lovely pen...
many questions are not revealed
in the thought of believers
yesterday will never ever come
and questions remain unanswered...
so tomorrow at the very first morn
where all the tears fade away
none of the stars will fall
in the dawn of mystique play...
lady grace
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tomorrow-i-ll-be-missing-you/
