I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I now live in Daytona Beach, Florida. .
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.
© 2017 Gypsy Rose Lee
Comments
Gypsy Rose Lee (author) from Daytona Beach, Florida on October 16, 2017:
Thank you Jackie.
Thank you Linda.
Only the butterflies know for sure FlourishAnyway.
Thank you Israel.
Jackie Lynnley from the beautiful south on October 15, 2017:
Very good, great song and love the way you set up the poem. Very original.
Linda Crampton from British Columbia, Canada on October 14, 2017:
The darkness of the photo and the beautiful light at the top fit your poem very well. I love your description of the dark days and of the healing power of nature.
FlourishAnyway from USA on October 14, 2017:
Now you've made me wonder where the butterflies go when it's stormy. They probably hide under leaves, not sure.
Israel Mercado on October 14, 2017:
Full of emotion. Well written.
