PROSPECT

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