a bipolar ode
the weather sucks today
the sun rose sultry grey
it’s supposed to be sunny tomorrow
and i love the orange sun rays
and i hate the rain’s tears
on frosted window glass
smiling shy though the clouds,
shining bright blue sky between its teeth
trapping me in a black stone prison,
its suffocating grey walls
freeing me from misconceptions
made beneath a milky moon,
pining for the way the nothing feels,
the emptiness of winter mornings
letting me breath again with satisfaction
in the yellow pollen joy of spring.
but today’s somber sun,
tomorrow’s amber sunrise
and shrouded sky offer comfort,
and bright skies will remind me
that nothing really matters,
it’s ok that nothing’s ever perfect,
the clouds will always linger,
but there will always be another golden morning.