We used to sing
You are my sunshine,
sang it like
a children’s song,
all glitter and wing.
That was before
we knew
how dark it can get,
sky without stars,
night without moon.
Even the brightest songs
can be sung in a minor key.
That is no reason
to stop singing.
That’s the time
to ask someone
to dance, please,
slow, your bodies
practicing how
to make light.
Where I am right now, the sky is cloudy and I can’t see the moon. That has been going on for a while and that has just impacted me in a deeper level. I think I connect with that poem in
a special way because of that.
Thank you for the feedback, for letting me know the inner weather … happy new year,
r
From: “comment-reply@wordpress.com” Reply-To: Date: Saturday, December 23, 2017 at 11:31 PM To: Rosemerry Trommer Subject: [A Hundred Falling Veils] Comment: “When Skies Are Gray”