The Difference, Really

Daydreaming away with the velveteen sky

Soft pillows and white billows taking forms that vie

Beckoning evermore for reminiscence and blithe

Whimsy to imagine and create and contrive

 

But clouds grow darker and pillows grow sodden

With raindrops and teardrops of the downtrodden

Storms roll in and obstacles broaden

Clear skies and sunshine soon are forgotten

 

But as you wake up, nightmarishly blue

Remember the world grows in the rain, too

Even the brightest greens appear in deeper hue

And what would spring be without morning dew?

 

For all of the days spent in the rain

Crying over the scars and all the stains

And sweet-smelling mornings when dewdrops would fain

For the chance to make all bright and green again

 

For all the days when every drop flows freely

Tell me, what is the difference, really?

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Create a website or blog at WordPress.com

Up ↑

Stories From Honduras

Lena Kvigne // Missionary

The Wandering Poet

Footsteps, Footprints and Words

The Holly Tree Tales

Stories and philosophy, borne out of my own experiences of life on three continents.

%d bloggers like this: