Tomorrow;s Dawn

 Tomorrow’s Dawn

 

This concert-filled night thrums with slow-motion static.

No signal, no return, with no way of meeting you.

Our sense of consciousness has become an intermission,

On a winding road in the fog, as the night fades.

One moment before, when melancholy weaves an overturn

For part one.

 

Subconsciously, it orchestrates a Cassandra.                                                                                          Met with impediments, as this moment resonates.

You’ll find yourself in the scene,

As emotions rise and fall in the

Waves of our concerto.

That fades into limbo.

 

Only to part tremolo passages

through mirrors of moonlight, the lover’s duet

Adds a refreshing luminescence to the atmosphere.

 

Allegro vivace, rushing into,

Tomorrow’s dawn.