Our days of future passed…

Into the morning I have come

groggy...foggy…eyes at half-mast.

Another day calls.

I answer tentatively,

unsure what’s in store—

No matter…

for it's not the journey

but who's beside you.

Over uncertain pathways

through variables unseen

we’ve travelled...

steadfast, synchronic;

two complementary souls—

we move ever forward

through these—our days

      of future passed.

©  Ginny Brannan 2014

For my dear husband of 33 years. To the more than 12,000 days that have passed since our first meeting. To our yesterdays, todays and tomorrows and all our days of future now and passing... Happy Anniversary.

*‘Days of future passed’ was borrowed from an album of same title by the Moody Blues.