Where will you go
When the sun hides its face?
When all the clouds become one
And you cannot escape the grey?
Will you join me
Bringing light to stale solitude?
Or will your lust for shadows
Eclipse another “something good?”
Why shield your eyes
From new sunrises & fates?
Let nacreous grace engulf reality
And illustrate a novel landscape.
When seasons turn,
Will you harvest old stanzas?
It’s best to cover these memories;
I heard they’re forecasting nostalgia.