it is tomorrow
and the snow still falls
and yesterday still breathes
there are the innuendos
left to whisper in your ear
it is tonight and passion flows
from your lips into pint glasses
it is sunshine through thick
downy clouds for a peek
it is dusk over the ocean
and darkness over the alps
a glorious sunset shimmers
on the edge of the pacific
there is a world of time zones
with a story in every minute
and possibly poetry in
every flake of snow
and there is happiness
in your smile