The Waiting

there are clouds on rwd horizons,

clouds carrying rain

as my eyes face the sky,

raindrops stain my face

and blend with tears

flowing copiously from inside

a question bleeds in my heart

how could I be loved

if, for you, I've only been able to be nothing

the nothing of wrath

that obscures the senses

and puts out the lights of love

with its icy blows

the rain has stopped

clouds go away

a ray of light hits me making me blind

after all, the sky always clears up,

and as the clouds vanish from the sky

they go away from my heart

tired of suffering

and still waiting for a sunray