TRANSITION

 

The sad moon peeps through

rolling shadowy clouds.

Clouds do not last.

Darkness will not forever envelop my soul.

 

Tears stream down my cheeks.

When somber is my day.

Tears do not last.

The breeze will dry them and caress my face.

 

Sometimes I feel cold inside.

Cruel men’s words chill my heart.

Words do not last.

They fade like the morning mist.

 

The darkest cloud gives birth to light.

Enough tears will drown all pain.

The nightmares of life will not last.

Tomorrow’s dreams will melt them away.