The sun

Even in your dark moments the sun can bring some light into your life…

The world outside is loud and cold.
Within myself a raging storm.
There’s no one there. No one to hold.
To keep me safe and warm.

All you hear is awful noise.
It’s getting loud as hell.
A soundful terror that annoys
and yet there’s no one you can tell.

But then the awful noises stop,
the sun comes out to greet,
right there beneath the chimney’s top,
your smiling face to meet.

She sends her warming sunlight out,
for you to bathe within.
She shuts out all that’s cold and loud
and lingers on your skin.

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