The days that have been long,
Crying through the night,
Have not been so cold to erase
The beauty of the sun.
Nor to forget the sweet breezes which blew
When days were easy.

And yet skies have passed,
Making way for dark clouds,
Hovering above
To block the sun
Which is future.

Do you not perceive,
Through heart and mind
The changes of the storm –
Which after wasting its fury
Bows forgetfully to love’s rainbow?

For one so soft and angelic,
Clouds are but transitory.
From one so honored and loved,
Clouds are but illusionary.

For us, clouds and storms cannot be an end.
For us, finality will come –
Looking straight,
Eye’s tearing, into the sun.