Tomorrows

I dream of tomorrows, never todays.
I dream of a world full of peace in one day.
I dream of people so free and so fed.
A moment of silence to clear my head.
A place to where the wild things are.
Where they dance and they prance,
Where I go to their ball.
I dream of a place where Harry Potter exists.
And Twilight, and magic and flying broom sticks.
I dream that sugar plums dance in my head.
I dream up a place where all authors meet,
Drink tea, and discuss, they think and debate.
They all eat tea cookies, and sit for a while.
They smile and write, and as they do,
Their characters jump off the page,
and bow at their feet, and say 'hey! thank you!'
And the world is full of Romeo's and Juliet's and other tales of old.
And these people would talk in the way they were told 'pardon'
And 'thou' and 'how do you do?'
Like the cat in the hat and his thing one and thing too!
But there would be no more movies, because the world would change.
For better or worse? I would not complain.
But I dream of a simpler tomorrow you see,
I dream of a future of you and of me. And the world,
Living in peace, and in harmony, and there'd be no more wars.
No more lost parents, or children; or others with no clue.
And tomorrows are full of love, no more hate, and a simpler way of life, if thats what it takes.
To take back yesterday, hold on to today and breathe in, hope for, a better tomorrow.

- Emma Kessler
July 16, 2010