Time erased our sadness

“Sadness flies away on the wings of time.” —Jean De La Fontaine ................................................... Heavy is this gray cloud above our heads, Its weight like stone, it bows our shoulders low. The robe of joy we wore is torn to shreds, We're clothed in tears, in despair, ache, and woe, Yet still we crave good hearts to love and care. This yoke we bear clings tight like second skin, Its presence felt in every breath we take. Memories we thought were buried within Still rise and pull us under when we wake, Our hearts exposed—so empty and stripped bare. But time erased our sadness, eased the pain, The scar too faint for even eyes to see. Now joy returns in true love’s gentle rain, Its warmth and laughter set our spirits free, The love it brings now shines with fun and flair.