One Day

One day there will be morrow,

you promised me the world.

Of life unspoken, there is but a crumb of sorrow,

of ever-floating reveries.

Oh, gentle fool, there was a time

of worlds unseen and food untasted,

of music never rushed.

You slipped, devoured by the sun

and now must burn much brighter. 

One day when all the dust is settled

we rise and light the way. 

“To never stop” was carved within the keel,

the tides will never tire.

Until we reach the covet’d shores of morrow,

we hold the bread within our hands

and give ourselves the comfort of today

without the misty doubts so hollow.

Oh, please don't ever you forget,

you are of queer blood.

There is a place for you to rest

although your ship will never moor;

One day is not a world so harrow 

it is created presently. 

To speak as you have wished it -

One day - I promise you - it will be morrow.