Because it’s tomorrow she’s promised
his assured oft homeless heart,
sienna brown eyes her truth a whisper
‘Don’t worry, we can work it out.’
It’s not just another chance she offers
a sense of judgement judgement free,
alabaster smooth skin her lips dark hair
her tranquil waters he lies within.
A musician’s ear perfect pitch her voice
coos the lullaby of forgiveness,
sweet song our mysterious universe sings
her tranquil waters he’ll die within.
written April 2013
much thanks to Karl
this poem was submitted to
20 Lines A Day prose and
poetry challenge for April.