Come What May.

Good Morning my World 
This morning my worlds weeping on me 
My sky's are grey indeed, there are tears falling from my sky's 
As I draw my curtains wide, wider am faced with greyness 
The mist's in my eyes as I try and visualise the emptiness within
Yet I know, I know I should mind not the vision before my eyes
This greyness within but my heart cry's the mistiness in my eyes
As I look outside am faced with this gossamer curtain like
Impeding me to see beyond it
Much prefer to see the lightness beyond my grey darkness
That's facing me at this precise moment
Behind this gossamer of darkness,
I need not this darkness within.
My soul cry's out for the brightness that enriches my, mind
Indeed, it lifts my very spirits
I need light music song and laughter
Not crawling in this mire that's sinking my spirits
Low, So low.
Good morning my world,
Have a beautiful bright day,
Hope the sun's smiles on you, impeding not
What's in your heart, come what may. 

                         By Connie James...