Blue Skies (poem)

What can be a better metaphor for enduring love than the seasons ...

BLUE SKIES

When the skies are blue
And the world is bright
I am smiling also -
Let us bask in the sunshine!

When the grey clouds come
And the sun disappears
I will be here still -
Let us hold hands in the gloom!

When the lightening strikes
And the thunderclaps rage
I will tremble also -
Let us cling tight in the storm!

When the showers fall
And the land is drenched
I too will be crying -
Let us slow dance in the rain!

When the arch unveils
And the colours enchant
I will marvel also -
Let us fly over the rainbow!

(2004)

Copyright 2010 Wayne Visser