Post 183: I'll See Tomorrow's Sun

 

I’ll see tomorrow’s sun that I assure,

It doesn’t matter how much pain I must endure.

 

I feel like a painting because my limbs are attached to the wall,

But in my mind I am Monet, by a field of verdure.

 

Listening to Mozart instead of listening to others scream,

Picturing a different reality is something I dream.

 

I cannot hear my captors, but I hear them when they laugh,

And I think of my children, and I think of the past.

 

I think of God, the bible, and the book of psalms,

I think of heaven, Job, and the things I have done so far.

 

I dream of goals I will certainly attain,

I think of people I’ve met, and my last trip to Spain.

I remember family, and friends from the past,

I remember mistakes, and overcoming them at last.

 

I think of my wife, and the women I have known,

I think of lives I’ve touched, and the things I 've owned,

 

But most of all I think of tomorrow’s sun,

How warm it will feel when I finally go home.