by CailinCallaghanJennings, Florida, USA
Jun 2013 703 Views 4 comments
Tomorrow
Tomorrow is a promise
like so many I have heard.
Promises are easily broken
for they are only words.
Yesterday has vanished.
Tomorrow never comes.
I can't live my life
for memories
or waiting
on the dawn.
You ask "What of tomorrow?"
and Beloved, you've got to know
that I would to never leave you
beause I love you so.
But there've been so many others
who swore their undying need;
so I don't count upon your love.
Sure as I do, you'll leave.
"Tomorrow... Tomorrow,"
so many people say, "I'll love you still tomorrow,"
and then forget to love today.
But "Tomorrow, tomorrow..."
is but a promise,
cold and gray,
for all we have is memories
and the time we share today.
like so many I have heard.
Promises are easily broken
for they are only words.
Yesterday has vanished.
Tomorrow never comes.
I can't live my life
for memories
or waiting
on the dawn.
You ask "What of tomorrow?"
and Beloved, you've got to know
that I would to never leave you
beause I love you so.
But there've been so many others
who swore their undying need;
so I don't count upon your love.
Sure as I do, you'll leave.
"Tomorrow... Tomorrow,"
so many people say, "I'll love you still tomorrow,"
and then forget to love today.
But "Tomorrow, tomorrow..."
is but a promise,
cold and gray,
for all we have is memories
and the time we share today.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jun 2013
About this poem:
Consider this: "Love" is a VERB--and ongoing process of being the best soul you can be with each passing moment.An oldie from 1984, this little song popped into my mind a few days ago, out of nowhere, and asked to be shared. Hope you enjoy it.
Sorry I have been away so much of late. I'm working feverishly on the sequels to "Chalice" and on final edits of that herculean story. I could use a few beta readers. If there are among you any who'd like to get a free electronic copy of "Chalice" and review it for me on amazon, write me and I'll be happy to arrange to send you a .docx file.
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Comments (4)
This is lovely as always, you write well
Another write I really enjoyed. Love is the only constant in this world. It is there yesterday, today and tomorrow, I talk of the true love not the human love which seems to be so fleeting. Love is eternal Cailin, it transcends time and space. The true love is the love.
Catch you later sword maiden.
MIKE.
Good to see you back and posting. There is so much truth in this. I hope I'm not sprouting existentialist cant but we do talk about yesterday and tomorrow and surely the most important time is now. Thanks for sharing.
Indeed, MacDuff, the ONLY time is NOW. What appears to HAVE happened yesterday happened NOW. It was NOW when it happened. It will be NOW when the future finally arrives. Nothing EVER happens EXCEPT in the NOW. What we call the past is but a memory and, inasmuch as our perceptions about the past taint and color it, we can never hope to experience our past except through those tainted memories.
Worse yet, everything we experience NOW is also tainted by the attibutions we ascribed to events in our "past". Something new happens in the now and we say "What is this like that has happened to me before?" So the past taints our present experience too--UNTIL we observe this happening and realize we have the power to change our present experience by simply changing our minds about what those experiences MEAN.
Worst of all we then allow past experiences to pre-taint our future by WORRYING about what MIGHT happen. This not only destroys our ability to enjoy the present moment by filling it up with worry, it also actually causes us to see and expect outcomes from our past to reoccur. Thus we draw to our selves, in fact or in subjective experience, the very things we worry about and fear. The heart summons what the mind fixates upon--whether the outcome you are fixated upon is DESIRED or FEARED.
We are the gods of our own reckonings: What we call a thing will make it, for each of us in our subjective experience, what we have called it.
ALL of this tainting of now with past and possible futures can be avoided and the VAST ETERNAL NOW can open around us to be enjoyed. Focus on what simply IS and DO NOT JUDGE or NAME it. It is as it is and it is happening -- NOT TO you, but FOR you and AS you. Your internal subjective experience of ANY situation is completely under your control simply because you have the power to redefine the significance of the moment and the situation that is passing already.
We used to say in our story telling "And it came to pass that..."
I'd like to point out that it all "comes to pass" and we will find contentment and lasting joy in allowing it to come and to pass.
Nothing surpasses NOW.
My love is upon you all,
An Faolchu Gaelach
The Queen of Cups
"Whom doth The Grail serve."