When efforts to explain,
a rainy afternoon,
the song of a morning spring,
we reach the same avenues
only to find we haven’t
yet found a reason why,
a reason to deny,
a simple message in the morning,
a quiet cry when alone,
cannot speak to a fade
only seek the real,
a nurture in her smile,
a glance upon the sea
of her sweet remedy.
It is when we slow,
the quiet agony becomes
a soft memory,
a tear
we both feel always
when the notion is near,
a fading sky
in an evening rain,
is only symbolic
of a blossoming world
beyond wherever we
may
stay.
May we today
know a calm in the moon
will be always
upon the horizon
waiting, watching, wishing
we might see
a light in each other’s eye,
for we know
we have wished,
we hoped,
we do now even
in the evening sky
see beyond the clouds,
the rains,
sweet beauty of a moonlit
serenade,
would that all our sorrows
turn to love
everlasting.
