Yesterday has gone and left exhaustion, and tomorrow arrives like a threat. A deliberately fashioned To-day becomes a refuge, filled with planted foxgloves, gorse and thyme, pink beneath the hands. Peace is painted on the sky and immense misty seas are made to seem kinder than life or love. A house stands upon high, twisted cliffs where a Secret Friend abides and the heart can be hidden before a cold tomorrow can kill it. To-day functions as a protective wall against death and sorrow, an insistence on the present as sanctuary.
"The Secret Day My yesterday has gone, has gone and left me tired, And now tomorrow comes and beats upon the door; So I have built To-day, the day that I desired, Lest joy come not again, lest peace return no more, Lest comfort come no more. So I have built To-day, a proud and perfect day, And I have built the towers of cliffs upon the sands; The foxgloves and the gorse I planted on my way;"
"The thyme, the velvet thyme, grew up beneath my hands, Grew pink beneath my hands. So I have built To-day, more precious than a dream; And I have painted peace upon the sky above; And I have made immense and misty seas that seem More kind to me than life, more fair to me than love More beautiful than love. And I have built a house a house upon the brink"
"Of high and twisted cliffs; the sea's low singing fills it; And there my Secret Friend abides, and there I think I'll hide my heart away before tomorrow kills it A cold tomorrow kills it. Yes, I have built To-day, a wall against To-morrow, So let To-morrow knock I shall not be afraid, For none shall give me death, and none shall give me sorrow,"
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