By Roger L. Wood,  rwood1754@mail.ru
Date: 29 April 2000

"Tomorrow"

                                                                                                                                                         Tonight, all alone I must be...with sadness,I look across the room.  For you, with whom I long to be, to reach...caress the softness of your hair.   To gaze into your eyes with the blue of some long forgotten sea.  Unable to express the emotions from deep inside of me.  For an instance, I glimpse you there...then you are gone...as all dreams must be.  Tonight will pass,  tomorrow...a new day will be.  Perhaps then...you will be with me.    Roger L. Wood  August 10, 1999  Glendale, Arizona  USA      
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