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tomorrow will tell
if perhaps all the voices
will be silenced
at the sound of one

tomorrow will tell
if perhaps my passion
will find an expression
and my heart a home

tomorrow will tell
if perhaps i'm not crazy
to feel so strongly
when our words have been so few

tomorow will tell
if perhaps i am only obsessing
or if my soul is receiving
a stronger, silent signal

but it is not yet tomorrow
it is still today
and the more i dwell here
the slower the clock ticks

thank you, sir
for your grand words
that you sing for me
without knowing who i am

what will she think?
she will think me a fool,
too distrubed to be any good.
i've got to get
my mind
on something
else

but
i
can't

it's just like
three eleven
her name
is the sweetest sound
these ears
have heard

i don't want what the others want
you'll find that out about me

no, i want to be deeply and madly
in love
with you
day
after day
after day

but i'm
stark raving
for even saying that
i don't even know you
or know much of anything about you

but all i do know
is that for whatever reason
i
am
falling

falling

falling

for you

(to you) tomorrow we will meet

(to me) you're a basket case
you will always be this way
no growing out of this kind of passion

what you need
is to
find
someone
who thinks it is more than flattery
more than a novelty
but who is the same
who wants to be just as consumed
as you do

tomorrow will tell

© 2001 (6 august) john r. chase


see the comments at three eleven. . .