When the clouds begin to part <br />I then shall see your smile once more, <br />That glows just like the golden sun <br />Within the summer sky. <br /> <br />Your warmth shall fall upon me <br />And your radiant beams shall touch my face, <br />And shall dry each lonely tear <br />That I do weep for you. <br /> <br />Your kiss shall be the wind that blows <br />Through waving fields of golden corn, <br />Which form a natural pathway <br />Leading to my wanton lips. <br /> <br />And when the evening then does fall <br />And all the stars begin to shine, <br />Then they shall guide my way <br />Amidst the darkness of the night.<br /><br />ANDREW BLAKEMORE<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-the-clouds-begin-to-part/
