Tomorrow’s Echo calling out
If Tomorrow never comes that means we’re all dead
Tomorrow’s Echo calling out
The city hums in electric veins,
buzzing neon heartbeats spill onto the street.
Footsteps ghost through midnight’s hush,
half here, half somewhere unseen.
A satellite blinks against the dark,
whispers stitched in coded light.
But down below, a jasmine vine climbs,
cracking through the pavement’s quiet sigh.
The future flickers, bright yet blurred,
woven in wires, in glass, in sky.
We chase reflections, distant, thin,
but soil still cradles roots that try.
A bird still sings where towers rise,
its call unwritten, wild, and free.
Not bound in code, nor caught in time,
just breath, just light—eternally.
What will remain when the signal fades?
The hush of leaves, the hush of waves.
A voice set loose across the years,
soft as rain, still falling.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (3)
Some great lines in here, I loved the way it progressed. Good job - thank you. The city hums in electric veins, Footsteps ghost through midnight’s hush, The future flickers, bright yet blurred, woven in wires, in glass, in sky. Were my favorites.
Yes, Georgie, perhaps we need to turn once again to nature.Beautiful.
Simply beautiful words to live and love by.