UP ON TOMORROW MORNING.

Upon tomorrow morning
As clouds release again,
And the ground receives the same,
The whole world will know your name.

The vision of revealing
Will fuse itself together,
And loosen weather.

Upon another morning
The day will hold you high
With accents in your eyes
Accepted from the sky.

The focus of the moment
Will frame unlike the recent,
And like the treatment.

Upon a further morning
The air will breathe instead;
The process race ahead
To the recent river bed.

The words will have their instant,
And make it last a life time,
And other time lines.

Upon a dozen mornings
The sling shots will be gone,
And their communion,
And you will be as one.

The open invitation
Will still the rage of ancients,
And make arrangements.

Up on that risen morning
The furtive will have fled,
The natives will be dead
And our skins will all have shed.

The compounds of the wise men
Will fall as down the rain fell,
As dawn today fell.

What of tomorrow morning,
Rising and imploring;
Who cares when the bed
Is as soft as you.