For tomorrow

Burn my eyes to future days,
unfolding: rolling onwards as the clouds.
Hidden meanings behind the veil.
Protected, nurtured for their day.

Day by day rolls out like carpet;
sinewed meshings, moments all linked.
Unfurled like a clockwork machine.
No room for the anxious to know.

If! Only if! A tiny window, a sliver of light.
A single star in a blackened night
Illuminating a path.
If only…