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By bp Date: 2002 Jan 06 Comment on this Work [[2002.01.06.12.56.20377]] |
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Together with my thoughts at last I sit alone and wonder why. I lived so loosely in the past that now all hopes in life must die. In youth I carried goals to be with all the power that I had then. The skies were blue and cloudless seas and every day would bring new friends. As I grew older love would fade for this life so richly lived. My thoughts of friends did soon abate as would the trust in them I'd give. The skies turned dark and threatened rain and so for shelter my soul would run. Caring not who's in my way caring only now to see the sun. The bellies of the clouds turned black I stood alone to face my fate. The fear went surging down my back I looked for help some opened gate. The doors all closed from my own deeds I'd slighted people in the past. No one was there in time of need so alone, I faced this foe at last. Death did not come to my surprise although my soul was scarred by rain. I looked up toward the clearing skies in hopes of life to start again. The skies did clear and life I'd find, I lived again for friends I'd yearn. I relived youth but for a time until those clouds of rain returned. Those lonely clouds why do they come? What is this life that i must live? Why can't there only be the sun? And why can't trust I always give? |