When tomorrow

When tomorrows pile up

Behind you like burning

Pyres of blessed twilight

And yesterdays stretch out

Before ye.

When the road to your soul

Lies paved with the gold

Of the promises and the rippling yawn.

When the sea sets a'rosed 'neath

A still flat oiled sky,

The righteous, the sensuous, the free.

Then the time ripens,

The laden tree bough

Stoops, to be plucked,

To be sucked,

To be set free.

There's a wandering ripeness

Dammed behind fear and despair 

And mornings that lay stillborn

In their

Waste and wish and tear.

Whisper softly, for it comes now,

It won't be long before it hears you

When it does there will living

Like no other.

In the dawn of yesterdays lived,

Forgiven and deep riven with

The pledge of wonder born anew.

You'll swing your stride into life

And you'll never know what to make

Of the world that sinks

Into the waters.

So go, live, be fruitful,

Lusty vibrant truthful.

For it comes

And the water

Rise around ye.