One day, it’ll happen.

I can see it clearly, as plain as today.

 

I will wake up, half-asleep still.

Cold morning light, lavender-gray soft

filters in one window, scudded with clouds,

and a heavy weight will be ’round my waist.

 

All those years of waiting,

of silent tears and reaching out in the night

to an empty bedside will be just an echo.

An echo of what was, what never will be again.

 

And all the dreams of today will pale

in the face of that ready tomorrow.

With your voice low in my ear, gentle, sweet,

a time without limits, without an ocean between,

just us and the quiet dawn cresting.

 

So here’s to that ready tomorrow, my darlin’,

of that we will make it be.

Just you, me, and my little boy together,

at long last at rest, at home, with more to come

and much more life left to share, to give.

 

Come, my lover, rise with me on that tomorrow.

Let’s greet the sun together.