Tomorrow's Dream

Tomorrow love will pass by

To lift me up to the great halls of life

Then I will behold a mirrored eye

Of all the impure and imperfect melt away

I saw shadows broken up

Light so tangible, so alive

Wrapping yet filling

A quest so great and restless

It will only lay down

To show a wayward path

Unlittered by none of the jagged stones

And a ring of truth lasting

To accompany the broken, wearied traveller

At last, will it sound and all will hear it.