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The Myth of Tomorrow
We build our dreams on scaffolds high,
In shadowed spires that scrape the sky,
A better dawn, a gilded flame,
Forever just beyond a name.
We trade the breath that warms the now
For plans that Time will disallow.
We barter joy for schemes unmet,
Our tea goes cold, our eyes forget.
A better morrow, whispers Fate,
So hush your heart, be patient, wait.
Yet when it comes in morning’s gold,
We chase another tale we're told.
We stitch our days with the thread of when,
Then we unpick and start again.
The orchard blossoms in our chest,
But we march on, not taking rest.
We chase horizons made of glass,
Reflections in the future's mass,
Too blind to sip the wine we poured,
Too deaf to hear the hush, "You’re more."
Let us then, for once, be bold,
Unpack our laughter, break the mould.
Taste the fig, and feel the rain,
Kiss the sun, release the strain.
Not every dawn must rise with fire,
Not every hour must build the spire.
Sometimes the miracle is this:
A held hand, a breath, a bite, a kiss.
So let us lift our cups today,
And drink the dusk, and dance the clay,
For what is future, but delay,
When now is aching to simply stay.
The Dawning You Dreamed Of
At last, dear heart, the hush you craved is near,
The dawn you whispered prayers into has come.
The ache, the ache, that long held back your cheer,
Shall yield to peace as soft as morning’s hum.
No more shall shadows slip beneath your door,
No more shall sleepless hours drain your soul.
The chaos that once claimed your nights before,
Now bows beneath the light that makes you whole.
The stars have stirred.
The winds have changed their song.
The sky itself has cleared its weary brow.
You walked through storms that lasted far too long,
But oh, how bright the sacred gift of Now.
No longer tangled in the nets of doubt,
No longer braced for battles yet unknown.
You rise, a quiet flame, no need to shout,
The universe has carved for you a throne.
Clarity wraps you like a second skin,
Each breath a balm, each step a sacred thread.
Fulfillment blooms, not somewhere, but within,
Now peace walks with you, and confusion fled.
So take this hour, this moment, soft and clear,
The new beginning you once dreamed draws near.