Behind the Clouds

Behind the clouds And when the clouds had finally cleared, I saw you shining there in all your glory, I had doubted you, As I have so often doubted love, But you had been there all along, Shining out of sight, A million stars lighting up the darkest of nights. And in the morning light, The storm, Finally passed, Your flowers opened, And the smell of perfume, Filled the summer air. John Roberts