TOMORROW’S WILLSilent world, I find myself,Glad no one hears my thoughts.In dark cocoon, I hibernate,Yet spirit spills every thought.A second chance to try again.The risks I know too well.Two sunsets turning into six-Awaits tomorrow's will.

He looked upon this verdant, blossoming spring, a spring Joanna would never see, he looked upon a field of brilliant blue flowers- the bluebells Joanna had so loved- and at that moment he'd willingly have bartered all his tomorrows for but one yesterday.