Night Time Thoughts

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 all that’s pure & white, 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 again I’m caught out in the open And have to weather the storm