Tomorrow

Svelte, soft and solid wings  
Sing the fluid song of freedom  
Over this degenerate congregation  
A powerful noise, but not a law, nor
    ownership  
I am the river  
     And the shadowed wings above it  
Morphing as a cloud  
Cleansing and clearing all  
Damning up the toxic debris  
Of desperate foibles, lazy lies  
Storied eyes of paranoia, hatred and  
     boredom  
 
In the distance I hear a nightbird  
Her notes are timely and clear  
Whispered over wild rose and  
     honeysuckle  
Harmonized with truth and charity and  
    tolerance  
And with her, every breeze  
Is singing Tomorrow