"The Last Tommorow"

"The Last Tomorrow"

Spring took some time off that day
So did the birds and their song
And a realistic winter, for a time, held their place
And the sun dropped low as the shadows grew long

Leaves from the trees, they harkened unto me
Then withered as they fell to the ground
A witness, each one with it's story to tell
They gallantly floated, each one to their end,
softly and without a sound.

The silence, it tore through the fabric of time
Endlessly stretching out for eternity
Yet somehow, while weaving through the circuits and lines
Morbidly falling short of some thing called serenity.

Worlds, introduced with surgical grace
In an hour that "NEVER" would catch up with time
And I was presented with a glimpse of the end
And surely, on that day I knew it were mine

The earth, it shook as the fires raged higher
While the heavens rained upon the earth
Death was appointed unto every land
As all creation surmised its rebirth

Nightfall choked the starlight
Nor twinkling twill of the angel's scope
Off on the horizon, under silver moonlight
The desolate glimpse of their last dying hope

The wind, it spake to the mountains
It hissed, it howled and groaned
From the altars, all through the fountains
It cried and whistled and moaned

Indescribable amounts of the people
Whom the ocean did rise up to meet
Careless, they wait for the diggers
Lying about like dung in the streets

And war upon war, they kept raging
Each man, a gun in his hand
'Till the bullets that rained on the nations
Now equaled the grains of the sand

And I, with the task of recorder
With a glimpse of the last light and doom
In words, I now bring before you
What inevitably must come soon.......

Copyright. 1997 S.L. Schofield