We’ve been in the rain so long <br />That our eyes are sore and red; <br />When joy is missing, <br />We gaze down too long at our feet <br />As we slowly walk through the city, <br />But there must be a different sky waiting <br />Offering love and inspiration. <br /> <br />Beneath these yellow factory skies, <br />Even the street lights look sadly dim, <br />Like our spiritual light within <br />Blurred by an affectionless life. <br /> <br />Things began to change <br />When I met you in a small bar <br />Not far from the school where you teach; <br />I saw Walt Whitman’s Leaves of Grass <br />Easing out of your purse, <br />I knew we had to talk. <br /> <br />As we spoke over drinks <br />In the early evening, <br />I felt loneliness begin to lift <br />Like dark persistent clouds <br />Being pushed aside by sunlight, <br />As if Walt Whitman were sending us <br />Prayers mingled with lilacs. <br /> <br />Indeed, there is a different sky waiting, <br />Azure blue and dazzling, <br />Inviting flowers to bloom <br />On romantic avenues <br />When two people finally find each other. <br /> <br />In my mind I have already seen <br />You smile in a summer dress <br />Beneath a different sky welcoming our love.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-different-sky-is-waiting/
