The House Of Tomorrow

The house of Tomorrow
was built on a foundation.
I hadn't yet laid, 

but I carried the first stone 

in my pocket.

Its floors polished,
its windows spilling light
that makes the dust 

dance like tiny spirits.
I wander through corners

I seem to know,
calling for a voice
that never comes,
and the silence
swells around me,
a living thing.

A face appears in glass,
older, lined, yet holding
my own fear within its eyes.

Time drapes 

over it like a cloak, 

and still,
the hand that reaches mine
is warm, steady, reassuring.
The hollow in my chest softens.

Then, a presence glows,
by the window,
Reveals a life 

that might have been, 

a horizon I hadn’t imagined.

A single letter flashes
behind my eyelids: A.
A pulse, a bell, a promise.

I carry it back
into the waking world,
a first stone in a house
not yet built,
the seed of a tomorrow
I am only beginning
to imagine.

Author's Note

This is from a dream I had. It was very vivid and prophetic.

Reviews

[redzone]

This is a wonderful poem RomaJ. I could feel that stone, see those eyes and feel the warmth of the hand reaching out, touching. You are alive in this dream and it's why your poem also feel alive, real. Hold onto that stone, I believe it is magic and has many more dreams to give you. Perhaps even some that may come true. Keep especially the "a" promise. Thanks so much for sharing.

-Curt

[RomaJ]

Thank you, Curt. Your reading of the poem is so thoughtful. I'm so glad you could feel the moments I was trying to capture. You're right. it's about holding onto that first stone, that small promise, to build the next part of the journey. Thanks for sharing your beautiful thoughts.

[Soren]

A stone, the corner stone. All the while carried in your pocket as we carry plans in the pocket of our mind. Dreams can be powerful and revealing. They often speak in metaphor and sometimes are not recognized for a long time. The faces in the glass seem visionary of things present and past the glass a visionary mirror. A lovely write my friend

[RomaJ]

Thank you, Soren. I really appreciate you reading this. You’re right, dreams do speak in metaphor, and sometimes it takes living a little longer to understand their language. This one came to me in sleep, but it hasn’t finished speaking yet... it keeps unfolding in my waking life, quietly shaping the “foundation” I once only carried in my pocket. I’m grateful you saw that sense of vision and continuity through the glass.
Roma

[ShadesofV]

This is a beautiful exploration of the self, time, and the act of creating one's destiny. leaves the reader with a feeling of hopeful, quiet resolve. The speaker re-enters the waking world not with a finished blueprint, but with the "seed of a tomorrow"; a tangible piece of courage and clarity carried from a necessary internal journey. I like the image of "carrying the first stone in my pocket "..

[RomaJ]

Thank you so much for this thoughtful response. I really love how you described it as a journey toward "hopeful, quiet resolve." That captures exactly what I was trying to express. I’m glad the image of “carrying the first stone in my pocket” resonated with you, it means a lot that you felt that connection.

[Carrie]

Deep, dark, the stone is a foundation but of? Is it a house your building or something else. Carrie

[RomaJ]

This poem is born, from a rather prophetic dream I had. The "stone" I carried, I did bring it back to my waking life. And all of it-- is only just beginning, the house of Tomorrow, is still being built, but the foundations are already strong. Thank you for reading

[red93]

Fascinating Work Roma. How so much is left unsaid and mysterious. Nice phrasing as well. Really Excellent ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

[Jansy]

I like the imagery of the dust particles dancing like tiny spirits. I like how you can find poetry even with dust. The house of Tomorrow that you probably already own. This lovely writing

[RomaJ]

Thank you so much! I really appreciate you pointing that out. I was hoping to show that even in a quiet moment, there's a kind of beautiful magic. And you're right, maybe that house of Tomorrow is one we already own.