MY LIGHT

I love to walk in rainy weather,

and holding hands with you.

I love the light, but prefer a cloud

To keep the sun well veiled.

Sol holds little nostalgia,

while the drops of rain hold much.

Like brothers and sisters

To all the tears I’ve cried.

So desperate does the rain attempt

to cleanse my soul of sadness

Try as it may, it only act is

to puddle within my scar.

But being in your presence

and walking hand in hand

Is the only sunshine

That keeps me safe and warm.

©June 25, 2011 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic