You made your way into my dreams again last night
I no longer try to fight it
Your presence, however ethereal, makes me warm
And by the morning sun from me you’re torn

Someone asked me what makes me the happiest in this world.
honestly that  is my Boyfriend,
I know its dumb,
But he's my soulmate,
If there is such a thing,
That's him,
He is my silver lining,
His texts keep me going,
The hope of knowing,
That he loves me,
And i love him,
Is enough to rain in the negativity,
That people shove my way,
Every day,
I look forward to talking to him,
To seeing his face,
To telling him how much he means to me,
I am always going to love him,
I dont care what anyone else has to say,
I know,
In my heart,
He is the right person for me,
I'm glad I met him,
I now have something to look forward too in life.

Always better to smile than a frown,
                   for smiles mean happiness
                has greeted your thoughts.

And that life isn't always **** ,
             that there is always some gold lining
in those grey clouds hanging around.

The sun still burns through clouded renditions,
                      eyes black with the tainted sorrows
                                                   of a darkened days.

Still burned beyond the visual acuity
       of subconscious glaring. But we still collect pictures
       in the ashes of  clouds. Tombs of  imaginations folly.

This too shall pass
You have just got to hang on
and get through this.
No matter how hard it rains today
The years of sun will come again.
Even if it feels like it won't stop,
That the rain will drown the whole world
The sun will come out
And you will be fine
You will be okay
Even if you cannot imagine that right now
Because of all the dark spells in your life,
Just believe that, okay?

Engulfing sorrow
Agonizing heart
Set under a heavy stone
and above the bed of thorns

A healer called time
The healer of wounds
Can it make the tears stop
Can it end the pain

I wait for a silver lining
A ray of light
To save me from wretched blues
For all I see is a dark night

“Do you like it like this? Do you like it like that?
Just tell me which way you like it”
Thank you, J.T.

Jim Croce sang it, too.
“No, it doesn't have to be that way.”

Remember the Blow Monkeys?

Jackson Browne
Quoted, saying, “You have to take the trouble,
To try not to be misunderstood.”

Words spoken in the thick
Post-mortem.
Not ever remembered prior to.

Neurons wired to align to emotion
With the perfect elixir of chemical responses
Lining up

Wake up to choosing sensibly
Utilize hidden wisdom
As preventative care leaps to the front of the line.

Unlike constellations,
There are no dots for me to connect
This figure that I trace
To make a silver lining out of you.

I see the clouds,
silhouetted by the sun.

I'm told always to look for the silver lining.

It looks more gold to me.

The sun shines brilliantly behind it,
Illuminating the clouds' angelic edges.

Like some kind of optical illusion,
I search the edges.
Old hag, or young woman?
It depends on how one looks at it.

Beauty is in the edges, I think.
The rough,
not-quite-refined aspects of our humanity.

They've yet to be tainted by societal demands.

Humanity is a beautiful thing.
Raw,
Powerful,
Deadly,
Provocative.

Its rawness is its most inspirational aspect, though.
We love rawness.
Polished is dull.
If we know one thing,
It is that no human is ever completely polished.

We all have our blemishes,
Our idiosyncrasies, (as Robin Williams might say in some movie,)
Those are what make us so beautiful,
So lovable.

Our edges,
Illuminated by the undying flame of humanity,
Not in silver,
But in gold.