Ode to Tomorrow

If eternal sleep has conquered all

When tomorrow knocks my door

Climb in through the window like old times

When we were five and four

Look through our childhood treasures

Take what truly belongs to you

And for good measure some of mine

To relive the memories all anew


I keep a jar filled

With stardust next to my bed

Every night it shines

I found it on a hill

To which the wandering road led

Amidst the scarlet grapevines

There I had paused, and used my quill

Inked word upon word, left unsaid

Indeed I wrote, as if all the world was mine

When I stood to leave, I found a jar filled

With stardust, in the lovely mead’

And every night, it shines