In the depths of solitude

you can find comfort

though in tears

one can find pain.

But there can always be

warmth as the shadows

are washed by rain.

And in the days

of woe and despair

amidst the darkness

of a cry that flares,

there will be sighs

for the hurt fleeting,

relief and joy for

a heart again beating.

And as the waves crash

against a heaving chest,

know that a soul's cleansing

forever comes best

not when the sun

makes the waters run dry

but when the rain

becomes tears as you cry.

November 1999