Fighting the Shade

The treetops filter the shining sunlight,
shadows of leaves flickering in the breeze.
Below hills lies the city’s broken sight
yet I stand in a serene crook with ease.

With my future, in your radiance, bright
I hope to bring this joy across the seas
where the shade of memory will delighti

In the heat of habit; my life’s reprise.

For through heart’s joy, my head is still not right
a storm cloud gathering, my dark disease

so I look for your shelter through the night

where your soft soothing ways are sure to please.

If you detect storms, then flea not in fear;
in your shining presence they all disappear.