The skies may be grey

They press down upon this day

But i

I can see beyond the dark

To the clear blue above it all

Sometimes

Sometimes I can wing

To the hidden sunshine

That holds me in thrall

That surrounds us all

And it is warm like your eyes

Beholding beauty

As a pleasant, welcome surprise…

So

So these may be foreboding skies

But i

I can see beyond the dark

To the clear blue above it all

Where all the heaviest things

Have become so happily small.