Perhaps you are: <br />My tomorrow, <br />Tomorrow ……. <br />which is mine <br />Forever <br />Yes! Till today. <br />Like some childhood <br />Dream <br />Of some faraway <br />Land <br />A song of some <br />Unheard language <br />Song - whose lyrics <br />I could have never known <br />But whose tunes <br />Could always drench <br />My arid emotions <br />And stir the <br />Seedling of <br />Hope. <br />(A seedling <br />torn twixt <br />death & deliverance) . <br />Tiding of sun & rain <br /> <br />But you can’t be <br />My tomorrow <br />For tomorrow can be <br />unreal. <br />You are not <br />(For I exist) <br /> <br />Perhaps you are <br />my dreams lost: <br />whose search has <br />taken me, <br />To every feeling <br />heart <br />Whom I have looked <br />for <br />in fleeting sand <br />of hour glass <br />(From eon to eon) <br />But no! you’re not <br />Even my dream <br />I mislaid it <br />Few centuries ago. <br /> <br />If hopes dreams <br />rhymes and times <br />Contains you not <br />You must be <br />Silence: <br />A celestial melody <br />A heart felt prayer, <br />A nexus ‘tween <br />Imperfection of reality <br />And perfection <br />Of dreams<br /><br />Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/have-we-met-before/
