Softly Comes the Pain

Softly comes the pain

Like dewy drizzles on your arms

After a night spent waiting

For the visitor who never stays.

Sweetly trickle joys

And memories of joys

At the end of an era

In a realm outside time.

Sharply stinks the bile

Of sour steps and broken trust

When paths lead you astray

And turn back you must.

Gladly comes acceptance

Of friends granted by chance

And loves that break or mend

As in the timeless cycle of many lives

The searcher finds himself.

©Shalom