Tomorrow

The blank slates are the hardest to fill
There are no particular ways to feel
Emotions are fleeting,
Always eluding logic
There should be a fine blend
But today, emotions are winning
So let us project;
Let’s place home by a river,
Imagine little voices chattering like birds
Saying; mommy, Dami. Mommy and Dami
Interchanging key rhythms in my heart
Let us send a healed version of me
Into the future without blemish
Let us project being there,
Where the future awaits our magic.

Hybrid