Tomorrow’s Yesterday Already Happened
An instant many moments ago,
beams of sunlight turned to gold silk that billowed from the heavens.
Humming bird’s wings created storms that swallowed ships of somber sailors
And leaves fell from high limbs to orchestrate landmasses rising and crashing.
Mosquitos whispered secrets behind enemy lines as mankind ran low on time.
Moments fall like rain drops jumping up into clouds,
That turned to mist, which drifts from coffee stained lips.
Instances become fragile and plentiful, a sorrowful snowstorm
But mourning melting moments mangles timelines.
For even now is already an instant many moments ago.












