These--that were a moment past all blue and bright, are grey again <br /> These fickle skies. <br /> It seemed that suddenly the sun was filled up with pain <br /> And closing up its eyes <br /> Let fall its teardrops in the Rain. <br /> Grey--and the sullen winds and those goodbyes <br /> That I hear still, <br /> As though my longing, time and tide defies; <br /> As though my will <br /> From wanting fashion lies. <br /> Hope--and the everlasting caravan of Time--and tears <br /> Flowing unending <br /> In the Stygian tide of fears, <br /> Wild yet unbending <br /> Filling all our years.<br /><br />Henry McCone<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/teardrops-in-the-rain/
