YESTERDAY WILL NEVER COME

In the silent memory

Of the aging past

The remnants of

A crying tomorrow

What can I do

With my growing lust

How can I wipe my sorrow?

Today is a slum

And yesterday will never come

For the days of unity

I have written my flying notes

Let your shadow hang

In the bewilderness of my thoughts

Let the mountains of interest carry

The snow of purity

For my dreams will stay forever

And on the grey headed clouds

I shall walk to eternity

In the threads of a passing rainbow

I shall weave my return

To the human soil

Where the ice will boil

As my smiles grow into flowers

And within hours

In the sunshine of understanding

The spring of my life

Will bloom on and on.