Shall I see my life
as dark and dreary,
that tried to help the sky
and sing the dearest songs?
I think not….
For I have known rainbows,
and danced all night.
As thunderheads mass and pass,
their foolish kingdoms on display.
So, rain wet I stand alone,
thankful for a fresh sense of life.
Each drop, a waking light –
I am still here.
A Wandering Poet 