The Sun does shine Buy you see it through A filigree of darkness That casts shadows Over monuments Erected to show gladness.
The Whippoorwill still sings But you hear it Only as it echoes through Long Tunnels stuffed With pillows of regret That mute it’s beauty.
The moon always rises But it dances in and out Of shadows formed By clouds of desperation Moved by winds of Hopelessness.
The flowers bloom But only on such Fragile stalks That they slump down And spill their perfume On the dirt below.
The music often plays But you can barely Hear it through The howling winds Of self doubt and Recrimination.
The path is always there But you prefer To run in useless Circles of depression Never spotting happiness That’s lying right before you.
The pieces of a life mosaic Are scattered on the floor Waiting for a steady hand to make the vision real. The only thing that holds it back Is that one word ‘however’. ljm