PROSPECT
When sun comes out after the rain
It’s your smile that I then see again
No more sadness and no more pain
As a welcome relief washes over me
And I will not ask for any sympathy
As this warmth now dries my tears
Feelings pass by like a speeding train
And will leave no traces in my brain
As everything is going with the grain
No rough edges nor any burr to see
Stroking smoothly and so delicately
A brighter prospect as vision clears
Changing winds turn a weather vane
It now points to the end of the lane
A path to take and I can’t complain
As I now go toward my new destiny
And that brighter future, apparently
The heart feels what my mind hears