It's a busy day
Somewhere far in the city
Unlike in Belval,
Where the streets are colder
And the offices warm.
A blue sky and drifting clouds
Make merry on their own
As a newer Spring arrives
On dry, leaf-less trees -
Ones who have waited for a breeze.
Or maybe I'm day-dreaming
Soaking in the wetness of life
Or its absence, around me
Where dark clouds have gathered
Outside my large window;
But those trunks, leaf-less
Won't remain dry either way.
And then there's the day of the rainbow
Bowing to one and all,
For what? A fleeting reminder of happiness,
A touch of breeze on your aging face,
A hope for newer drops of rain?
No, no, no, go away from my window
It ain't me you're looking for, babe!
I'm still the old, forgotten light
Lending meaning to darkness.
