Nothing is ever lost;
The rain that fell today
Becomes tomorrow’s frost,
And huddled in the grey
Shroud of a cloudy sky
Every droplet refuses to die.

Nothing is ever lost;
Love that filled my life,
Love whose gloss
Resembled a ring for my wife
Now, seeking a hand and finding despair,
Makes poetry of this familiar pair.

But nothing is ever lost;
Even as a wave
Collapses and is tossed
Upon the shore, brave
Forces bring it back to sea
Where clouds and lovers forever be.

Sunday, October 17, 2010