Playing on a mirage

A river will come

It should

I’ve been waiting for years

I’ve planted a tree

By my house

It's cloudy

There will be rain

I’ve been too homesick

hoping for the river
I sat for long

Waiting for a thought

Till the winds blew home

I played on a mirage so

that I sank

I saw a hand that was not one

My momentary life

Carried my far away memories

On the backs of a balloon that popped

It’s no longer there, yesterday

Only today

Only tomorrow

Tomorrow a river will come

I have planted a tree

I took a picture from the Pelican

Can you believe that?

With a new air that’s alive

Tomorrow is another day

The day after touch
and it killed the momentary life of today

 
A day shall come

This time I'll give today to the river 

    

And I’ll sit next to the tree

Waiting for tomorrow

Tomorrow maybe I’ll ride the balloon

In one moment

To reach eternity

Somewhere far

full of soul

there is the  Daffodil’s party

I will go!

I’ll open the ties of today

There will be a balloon

near the river

A river

A tree

A balloon

Tomorrow!....

p.k

Copyright © 2012 Parissa Khosh

(This is my poem for this week! :) Let me know what you think!:) I really appreciate your feedback.)