but all is not lost as
the brightness returns and
the dark is dispelled
no more to sojourn
the tears can return from whence they came and
the fists put back into their cage as
the cameras finally roll away.
a touch an apology a kiss on the mouth
the monster he promises will never get out
but we all lnow that it will.
yet for now the sky's blue and
the clouds have returned
all's right with the heavens
all's right with the world.
this is one of the few happy poems i will ever be capable of writing, simply because it was not my idea. i do not control the rain.
