And Towards Dreams, We'll Always Run. Poem by Brett White

To advance in all ways but one,
Is to fail to admire the Sun,
Rising Proud each and every day,
Your Smile o'er me holds total Sway.
But Rainclouds burst where Sol should Shine,
And the Pain you left is Divine.
And Closer to God, I am Now,
And Closer to you, I'll be Somehow.
My eyes to the Skies remain Fix'd,
My Heart to your Heart stays Affix'd.
When Love, Long Gone, dissipates thus:
This is True: My Love you can Trust,
To Hold you close during Winter,
To Stay Strong and Never Splinter.
But Splinter our Souls Sometimes Do:
Only to be Rebuilt Anew,
Stronger and Stronger from the Pain,
Metamorphosis: Loss into Gain...
A butterfly from her Cocoon,
A newborn child freed from the Womb,
With Arms Outspread Holding the Sun:
And Towards Dreams, We'll Always Run.
And Towards Dreams, We'll Always Run.