Piercing Our Clouds

The grey mist approaches from the green hills
threatening to engulf my heart’s essence.

I look out of the window to bleakness
it is taking complex minds and their wills
too stubborn to learn their final lessons,
they are too proud to accept their weakness
and so the damp air leaves a residue

as it weightens our lungs and heavy hearts.

At another gaze out I notice why
I forget my pride and I turn to you
then, as the elegiac clouds departs
I see your piercing smile shatter the sky.