Alas

Charmless grey clouds gather like 

smokers on a night out, their huddle

blocking shock blue from my view

Their spring offensive Agitated in that

I want to drink from the cauldron 

of a rainbow I wish for my heart to 

burst with honey gold Hope 

The future speaks a foreign language,

as it is in hibernation beyond the 

seagull gusted skies If only a message

could break through, one solitary

omen carried by an innocent dove

to give me Cause to carry on 

Alas,

Alas