No Invisible Umbrella March 30, 2010
So alone.
Cold and lonely.
Sorrow curled up
in a little ball.
Tears from the sky:
rain washes over me.
Cold and lonely,
now soaking wet.
Water cascades down my back,
rain runs through my hair.
I shiver in cold and wonder
if there’s anyone else out there.
But I do not freeze.
An inner fire burns within me.
I am kept warm by a light in my soul.
Someone else shields me from the sky’s lament.
The rain still falls on my head.
No invisible umbrella shelters me.
Yet I am no longer soaking wet.
The inner fire burns bright.
Ikra emiletë.
The inner fire shines.
Let shadows turn away and flee.
Lonely I may be, alone I am not.
One day she’ll come.
One day we’ll find each other.
This rain is but temporary
and I will always have the inner fire.
The inner fire burns there:
where shadows and rain cannot reach;
within the depths of my soul
where my heart awaits her.