Ill Wind and Me

Sometimes ill wind blows my way, it seems To cast opaque shadows over all my dreams Sending my spirits downward soaring Causes my life to lose its fragile mooring I am wondering when this dismal mood lifts Again, so I may feel the joys of life's finer gifts. I am not alone, I know, here in the depths My soul despite its dreary drift is not bereft Of hope that I shall rise and soar And know the ecstasy of living once more.