Behind The Cloudy Horizon
Behind the cloudy horizon - just like future in my heavenly chart - who can see if the coming gusts will bring a rest for my heart. Or the grey clouds returning will bring more dread to my heart. The old wounds, fireless burning, old sorrows again will smart. Behind the clouds, I see, a release! The dawn, across the sky zooms. I see death (of the earthly gloom) This is death but it may bring me peace.