clouds

I've slowly, I thought,

gotten used to the rain

it's falling these days

like our tears

and sometimes, I think,

the sun should get weary

of shining on, day after day,

especially those times

when once-carefree skies

now carry

our whole world's

dark clouds of dispair

Now I look at you and at me

and wonder how we

go on like we do day by day

you look at my face without words,

your eyes say

there's just nothing more

that we could still say for today

So maybe there'll be

more hope in our arms

for you and for me --

tomorrow.

© Jon Bohrn (1998)