I have seen tomorrow,
She dances at my fingertips beautifully.
I have heard her beckoning,
Beckoning me to continue toward her.
Her voice is like velvet and honey.
I have tasted her wares and felt her embrace,
They are the stuff of our dreams.
I have seen the heavens of that day,
Her sun has shone full on my face.
Come, and hold my hand my love.
Look into my eyes and let us sleep into that morrow together.
She may be joy and horror and love and pain and laughter and tears,
But she will be ours.