Tomorrow holds promise
Sweet as a honeycomb
The looking-glass insists
I’ll not be alone
Anticipation gallops
Smiles unfold
Green is the paddock
of my soul
I see her waving
way in the distance
Heavily breathing
with patience
What a remarkable feeling
Such delight
An end to the travelling
in sight
Resting on the pillow
I fall asleep
Soon tomorrow
walks along my street