After the storm
An unexpected storm burst in
and blew my peace away.
Oh, what an evil,
perfidious fate it was
that left me shattered,
helpless,
lost in grey
and cheerless haze!
How can one fight
when a day turns
into a joyless night?
Thank you for being there,
although you didn´t stay.
Even a while is worth.
A blade of grass
became my anchor
for that day.
Although the sun
just touched me softly
with its ray
and vanished,
I know it´s somewhere,
behind the dreary clouds.
May it rise soon
to remove the grievous shroud,
overshadow
the feeble light
of the silent,
uncommitted watcher
Moon.