Cloudy Days

Clouds move in around me,

Each one forms a memory,

Of days gone by, of happiness,

Of hopes of things to be.

Grey skies are all I see,

There is no sunshine here,

Just sorrowful emotion,

Love's regret that I came here.

I turn my face toward the sky,

And see all there is to see,

I wish the clouds would go away,

I long to see the sun.

White whisps of moisture in the air,

Formed from a thousand tears,

I hang my head in silence,

And see no shadow on the ground.

Paul Allen Rice