Tomorrow goes on forever

there is nothing like the blue fortunate
odor of the trees with torn stomachs
speaking in the sunlight.

something is repeated when
the cool open sunrise
splashes morning at your feet,

and still nothing can make you close your eyes.
though how wide the silence is,
drawing up the stairs.

 

really diggin the poem....
the use of words is just far out
love it

 

Very well done ripple. I get that feeling of being stuck in rewind...and I don't want my tomorrow to last forever. Excellent diction here.

 

Powerful opening, refreshing beautiful center and mysteriously expansive end.

 

thanks everybooody