CLEAR SKIES

I long for the day when my thoughts are clear
Flowing so effortlessly as the waters of a stream,
I long for a week to scoop up the memories,
Of my life, as a man fills his palms with cool waters from the spring,
So long have my thoughts been flooded with emotions as the torrid, crashing waves of a fierce storm,
So long has my rest been interrupted and disturbed by the harsh winds and heavy rains,
I long for the time when the waters run free,
When the air blows smooth, and the skies are clear
The wake after the storm has set my mind at ease,
A stretch, A Yawn... Good Mourning Dear!