Upon a cloudy day

In clouds lie our broken dreams

In little shards of sorrow,

And hence they float to distant lands

Where they try to borrow -

A little hope from a better sun,

A paintbrush of belief,

To eke out drops of smiling rain

That no more cry in grief.

And send back word through the western wind,

To the broken dreamer’s heart,

That life has moved beyond the clouds

Or what was there at start.

And what remains is nothingness,

With a little tomorrow,

But now bereft of broken dreams,

In little shards of sorrow…