Better Days...

Where is my friend
that bathes me in his warm smile
caressing me with the flames
that open every pore upon my skin,

Warmth he gives
to all of those who reach for him, adoring him
for the the pleasures that he brings,

How can it be?
I have not seen him in so many days
he has been hidden behind this curtain of grey,

The curtain of grey
that dampens my very mood
keeping me cloistered inside these walls
my only hope is to wait
so I can finally leave the confines of my rooms,

Venturing out into this gloom go few
and when they do
they shroud themselves
avoiding the dampness that constantly loom,

When you pass them on the street
their eyes are averted for they are looking down
drops pour down their faces
as if they were many tear's,

Oh,
This flood that pours down from this curtain of grey
running and following
every contour of my darkened earth,

Please, winds come and help
my bright and shining friend
part away this curtain of grey
and let the light shine in through my window pane
bringing me the pleasures of better days.