Tomorrow is rising

Propel your believes
Bury your fury

Erase today and write a new story

There is always tomorrow

And tomorrow is rising 

No don’t give up
Your dreams are tender

Your mind may wander;

Be curious and render

That life is tough and the journey tougher

But don’t lose hope

There is always tomorrow

And tomorrow is rising

Doubts may surface

And you may get nervous
Uncles may growl and aunts may scowl

But don’t lose your pace

There is fun in the chase

Swap each shrill  with a slice of grit

Change your blues with a hint of wit

And don’t forget there is always tomorrow

And tomorrow is rising

No problem so strong that can’t be solved

No issue so strong that can’t be resolved

Factor in your strength and 

shake the indolence
Perch your dreams on a hilltop
and root it to substance

Look out, watch out, for tomorrow

I know tomorrow is rising

Don’t stay still

Have an urge and a will
to wend your own path
Be typical but class

Yesterday is gone,

Today is going

Tomorrow is there

And tomorrow is rising

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My bouffant beauty

To celebrate my love for you, for your heart clutched in mine

I take a vow, each little you in me will remain conserved

I will be a memoir your beauty deserved

I will freeze all the moments

And frame all the happenstance touches

Heirloom of our love,

Your perfection and my Imperfection

The Monologue of our winks

The dance of our grins

Everything that my heart observed, everything that my eyes saw

Will remain etched in my soul

The Oodles of your laughter, near the willow

The reserve of your tears, on the pillow

Osmosis you were, Punk I was

Beauty you were, Nerd I was

Now I stand near the riverbed of your mirage

See you saturate and camouflage

In a butterfly

With Singed brows I look at the sky

To see you soar and transfuse into nature

Your core transparent, devoid of any humor, without any whimsy.

I tiptoed to reach you, you were not there,

My extended hands returned empty

“A memoir by a husband for his deceased wife”

Written for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads  Helen's Choice

Image courtsey Aaiero