Letters of Verse - Part II

You were mine, only till twenty-five

but the world swept you away.

In rolled the charcoal skies, to have you abandon that sparkling ray

I recognized, but cupped these ears

only to muffle the roar

The wind now whispers their plan:

the overcast has decided to draw away

to let the yearning sun have its way

I spot the shy streaks of golden too

curving a grin in the once graying realm.

I know and I always did.

I'm glad that Spring is imminent

though the knowledge wrings this obstinacy,

(Forever is nothing more than a word)

Forever this spring will never be.

Though this Universe never promised balance,

It's still an unbalanced trade.

This scheme was not hard to unravel;

I know and I always did

but acceptance, now, dodges this terrain.