A/N: Well, I wrote this about two years ago after I had just finished reading Lost Souls and it inspired me to write this. The man this poem is about seems like Ghost or Nothing, but I think he's an original character. I love this poem very much, and I hope you do too! Please review!
Tomorrow is Forever
As the stars drunkenly danced
from the fumes emanating from
the dingy nightclub nestled suffocatingly
In the city's busiest district,
A young man who is emerging,
blossoming from the seeds of boyhood
Stands forlornly alone,
watching the moon
smile down at her subjects,
through a dusty, cracked window
behind the stage at the front of the club.
He stood, queasy and sick with
anxiety to perform for the onslaught of
hungry, desperate ears,
in the sea of hungry, desperate children
waiting to disappear with ecstasy,
into the tumbling stream of music,
waiting to escape reality,
and their nightmares.
It was almost time to perform.
The young man gripped his guitar fervently,
and walked out onto the stage,
surveying with a sad eye his crowd,
the crowd that had come to hear him sing.
They were his tonight.
As the first notes rang out,
The crowd seemed to grasp them,
tame them, stroke them,
And ride them into a world where
dreams are real,
And music is their savior
In the ever-welcoming realm of
fantastical thoughts and ideas.
That was when the young man
realized, while his crowd was
swaying dreamily with his music,
That today will die,
but tomorrow is forever.