A Better Tomorrow

by Ryley Craig 

The water was crystal

And I walked atop the frozen waves

Traveling the seven seas

With no destination in mind

Except to follow the golden swans

To the hillsides

Painted with Lilly of the valleys

And seek the rusting horizon

Before it is rotten

I sing familiar tunes

The valleys echo them back to me

In your voice

And I know I must be close

To a warm welcome

A new beginning

At night I float to the treeline and

sleep in the graying clouds

And reach my hands upward

To trace the face of the frowning moon

And ache so tragically to comfort it from afar

When dawn comes

I am ready

To journey once more

The infinitesimal moments

For a better tomorrow