Where is tomorrow today?
Through the light I see a pattern,
bright colours of blue and green,
although the mist does cloud my mind.
These colours - true to type
remain as vivid as tomorrow will be,
like a dream before sleep,
which is not a dream - I think?
The distant music which the future is
draws the past from you and I.
And the music becomes louder.
And the mist starts to lift.
And tomorrow is...
