Changing Sorrow

Of light and sorrow
As drops of rain
And wisps of smoke
Curling so faint,
Are the winds of change
And progression relaxed
Thoughts that spin
With ideas react.

Great clouds of mist
Tell us so
That this smoke and rain
Even clumps of snow;
Are meant to be
I think we should know
Before their sweet melting
And drying is grown.

So thoughts betray ourselves
While the wisp sails so
To the heavens once more
So lightly it goes.
As our sorrow drops so true
After change seemed so new
Until you are found sailing
Into the sky so blue.