Yesterday’s tomorrow

There are times we dream,

In the quiet spaces,

When we take a moment,

To just breathe,

Scattered thoughts,

That evaporate like dew,

As we focus on our work,

Condense once again,

To rain down,

And fill us with desire,

In the silence,

Filled with only,

Heartbeat and breath,

We quench our thirst,

With the fantasy,

Of yesterday’s tomorrow.

Best wishes -SirHanz