Blues of a dusky sky Such moments of Bliss, As the blue roofs of the retreating sky, Bear our souls weary of tread, gloriously, Away, From sunshine stories and moonlight poems. As the shine bid us goodbye, To illuminate the yonder worlds, The blemished souls with their deep longing, Could only cry, to the Blues above. And as we weep, deep into ourselves, A thousand covert tears of loneliness; The enigma of the dusky sky, Could see and read them all at once. I wondered why, and how, Dazed at the emptying sky, For the stories I've heard the Sunshine say, Never filled me with such calm. And as the clouds glided through, Guarding those tears like precious pearls, The heavier they grew each moment, it seemed, That Made my soul bow with guilt. Not long away, I saw, The pristine magic of this Universe, As the shadows let go the dolled up tears, To delighting, blissful rain dances. What greater pleasure could my soul hope for, The longing and solitude wept out, That made stranger souls in stranger lands Forget their own secret sorrows. For now I know, The rains that filled my riddled soul, Could be someone's soulful gift, A stranger to this world of mine.