Some days when I walk out of the darkness,
Into the sun's light and warm caress,
My eyes leak for joy while I reach for sunglasses.

I don't mind if you see the droplets and a teary-eyed me,
What is an honest emotion between us, see?
You staring and the sun glaring, am I that funny?

At times the sun hides behind and above the cloud cover.
I know that it would different be, if there was a secret I could discover,
Cool air and droplets, like teardrops, cling and closely hover.

I try to make you laugh, so you won't get down,
You look at me strange and say I am not funny, and stop clowning,
around, you say it won't help and I have made you frown.

I see my folly, and where I erred,

One must break the cycle, to begin anew,
If droplets do not gather then no dark forms ensue,
The sun may always be there and the bright orange hue.

So I will not cry or laugh till I do,
That will reduce the water droplets too,
Wait,
I am such a simpleton, there is more
here than, where the sky and land meets, the horizon,
where land meets a body of water, the shore,
I can't take the darkness away, not even with a siphon.

I will stay at your side, you'll see, all
through this and no matter how wide,
the Blackness that clouds, no matter how deep,
it will not win
for it has never fought a clown like me.