Tomorrows all

Will you be my tomorrows
the day and night will meet
the song of dew my new mown grass
for my tomorrow is a comely lass
of flaxen hair and dainty feet

to dance with my tomorrow
like the breeze and clouds that move
kick up your heels
a pink cheek rhythm shirt tails
our own Scottish reel

to dream of our tomorrow
the slumbers golden rest
of churches filled with flowers
we at the altar blessed

be my tomorrows Hollywood
the leading man finds love unchained
share a sunset kiss
lasting till the final frame

will you be my tomorrows smile
through all along the stony miles
like children's Peter Pan
to fly with glee beguiled

be my forever tomorrow to love and not relapse
and hold us both together
the aura unseen not a lock or glue
but feeling sealed so true