other relevant writings: Andy Polson The Job Rhythm of the Sea
The Last TomorrowEven now, as Summer days are waning
and matted snows of colored leaves abound,
Mottled clouds like cloistered clowns are feigning
Laughter at the lovers they have found.
Even now, as barren trees are yearning,
Yellowing and tucking life-signs in
All the while, deep their roots are yearning--
Eager for the new growth to begin.
Even now, on Autumn's last tomorrow,
Twilight weaves a pattern of decay.
Hasty teardrops speak a parting sorrow,
and eyes that loved are forced to look away.
Even now, the final day not done,
The dead are kissed and buried by the snow.
The hearts that rose to heaven in the sun
Lie broken on the frozen rocks below.
Even now, there is no next tomorrow
For loving as we we loved not, yesterday.
The only love we have is love we borrow,
and Even now, we only have today.