The Sun

THE SUN Today the world is sorrow and pain dark clouds and falling rain. All the silver linings have vanished into ash and all the good days have long since passed. What can be done to bring back the sun to feel its warmth renew my soul, to feel the rose against my face, and smell its odor sweet? How can I touch the rose without touching the thorn? How can I love without feeling pain? I’ll remember that life is good savored with the bitter herb. I’ll remember that today is a gift to be cherished and shared. My lady and I we’ll share the sun walking in the rain. We’ll forget the pain and carry on In the beauty I call love, remembering that life is best when it is shaken not stirred.