"Yesterday seems not a place we came from..."

When first we looked to Tomorrow, it was near to us. Tomorrow went gently up the road, and beyond that road was a star. Now we seek some consolation. Now we look to Yesterday, for it is near to us. We thought Yesterday our own road, but it seems strangely unfamiliar. For we are meant to walk by starlight.

The words of the title were said in passing by a friend. But they came in a little wind and the poem came along with them. It seems part of being friends to share words with wings like that.

1journey.net         oct 2000 elias