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"Beyond Tomorrow"

Beyond the heathered moor lying
   between me and my discontent,
A fractured dream or two may linger
   brazen in this span of time.
Intruding memories like drifting snow
   can cause new joy to pause,
And make me hesitate to keep on 
  living and my words to rhyme.
Perhaps tomorrow dreams shall cease
   and break like shattered glass,
Or scatter like the seeds filter through 
   a noonday breeze.
Those haunting fragments of impotent
   love forever lost
Will not dim the love that someone 
   new now shows to me.
Tonight I'll dream a dream that's not of you
Tonight I'll dream a dream that can come true.
copyright May 2000
Judith Anne Labriola 

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