Oh, what joys

Oh, what joys await us
On the other side of tomorrow,
What things left unseen
Until the moment of occurrence,
The daybreak of the thought,
The split second demanding
Upon our being
That sets the whole world ablaze
With serendipity,
For when our voice meets with our heart,
No where can be sought out
To be sanctioned away from happiness
And no burden could have been foreseen
And forgotten upon the edge
Of that split second meeting
With our fate.
We can only set the moments
Into thought and pray
That our lonely hearts are wishing
For the eternal captivity
Of open hearts and minds
That lead us toward that joy,
That inexplicable fantasy,
That only we can imagine in our dreams
And reach in our reality.
All else is someone else's screen play.
We are that sole survivor
Of tomorrow's unseen prophesy.
Do not let go of tomorrow,
But choose to be happy.