BALANCE DEW

BALANCE DEW
4/2/95

Leaving, taste tears on your face
Are the sorrows cured and caused in balance?
Or is there a deficit of promises?

Cloudless, sun faded all the same
Colors gone except some expected dawn in favor
Is there merely tomorrow?

Better days and changing ways, the balance due
We spend tomorrows mortgaged long ago
Tearful whys and long good-byes – they challenge you
Are there patient skies to let this garden grow?

Sorrows fall like sheets of rain
Umbrella holes, you’re nursing dawn for drying
Just as the morning lawn glistens
Is it wet with your crying?
Or is it just balance dew?