Night time memories

Written by: STEPHEN MORROW

My mind is like a clear blue summer’s sky
 And my memories are like clouds rolling by
 Most they are beautiful, pure and white
 But when I sleep, when I lay down at night
 Dark clouds build and overwhelm the light,
 Like a summers storm they gather with menace 
The wind that drives them is fear & regret
 And I have-not managed to control either yet
 So like a storm that is coming, the first drops of rain fall
 And I am caught out in the open to weather the storm