not yet

barefoot on blades
that bend and wave
the comfort of earth
and her embrace

cool the green
fades to grey
‘neath indigo cloak
that shrouds the day
and laughing breezes
carry evening
from miles away

peace, their whispers,
strung across a gossamer
sky, where dreams
unfolding are set alight,
as a world awakens
and comes alive

arms outstretched
to endless horizons
touching tomorrow
with nothing relied on
but a moment of hope
in a moment of faith
that tomorrow will come
but not today