When the Dark Days Come

Days drift by uneventfully,

days of happiness and bliss,

when it is just you and I

and the door on the world is shut tight.

Tears, worries and fears,

when the rain starts to fall,

when storm clouds roll across the skies -

when the dark days come.

Doubts and thoughts,

that cannot be controlled,

my mind in a whirl of discontentment -

when the dark days come.

My thoughts like butterflies,

scattered like clouds through the skies,

I dream and I wonder why -

when the dark days come.

Then I long to stray,

far, far away,

down a country road -

when the dark days come.

There nature heals

and song birds sing,

the river rushes by as gulls bob on the water.

There beneath a tall oak tree,

I can sit and remember,

so many wonderful things and precious memories –

when the dark days come.

It cleanses my soul

and refreshes my mind,

puts things back into perspective -

when the dark days come.