Until the Sky Clears

 

Listening to the rain drops

plopping softly like the

lowliness of my heart.

 

A room appearing empty

is full of vivid fading

memories.

 

Moments that cannot be

regained, a life once

lived now gone forever.

 

Time to look to the

future, as bleak as

water streaked windows

on a cloudy day.

 

There seems no hope

on the horizon, but still

life most find a way to

go on.

 

One phase closes

so another can reopen

but even so the transition

is like a stormy day.

 

Maybe someday we

wake up and stop crying,

the sun relights the world

and the heart can sing again.

 

But for now the sky will

darken the world as the

rain falls in a dreary serenade.