There Will Always Be a Tomorrow

Having fear makes it difficult to love anybody Including yourself This night two naked women scream splashing in glee In a pool filled with autumn rains Beaded strands of translucent wet slip down each other's leg Each drop containing the full moon Their glistening skin comes alive Two bodies explore their essences A flower opens with the sun Then closes when shadows stretch to touch the leaves edge As when two women reach to touch hands Then one stretches to rub the other’s cheek The subtlety of the moment is sublime The final stroke finessed by lips caressing lips Two hearts finding each other in togetherness Lost spirits in this hard word uniting to experience their souls If love has found a home They’ll stay together to discover true love is real If not, they’ll go their separate ways Forever searching to fill the emptiness in their hearts Always lamenting the miracle it could have been Remembering lost passions that created their memories And the present fervent inner need to re-live those moments Further entrenching itself in their minds as an opportunity lost But young hearts know there will always be a tomorrow, Always another chance, And with a glass of wine tomorrows are forever on the horizon Until they aren’t.