July 13, 2016

He thinks the clouds follow us, but

little does he know,

the sun trails our car as well

to wipe away the snow.


And often when the darkness falls

he thinks the day is through.

I hope someday he'll understand 

that night brings all things new.


When I was as young as he

I harbored fears as well,

afraid to let the light shine through,

to feel love's warm swell.


So brother, lay your head to rest

and close your ocean eyes. 

Realize much of your darkness

is happiness in disguise.

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KMG28 said...
Jul. 18, 2016 at 11:52 am
This poem made me smile, thanks! :)
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