The smile hardly reached up to the eyes any more.
Numbness was all that the fingers bore.
The ceaseless stings of the night seemed to kill.
Tears mingled with the raindrops on the window sill.
All that goes around indeed comes around.
No one could ever fly leaving another on the ground.
If this was the long-awaited desire coming true,
Then what is it that snatched away the sky’s blue?
Though the tears keep blurring them away,
Yet the dreams once dreamt linger all day.
Hope the storms aren’t as harsh there as here.
Hold on to faith. No, do not fear.
Though as broken as broken can be,
A hope still flickers, a hope so sweet.
3rd March 2012