A Gap In The Clouds

‘pon a misty morn
I woke to see
nought but shadows
of a life to be

brewing here within
caught is a storm
a tempest of
love’s blossoming form

‘pon this heart of man
it grows so strong
a darknening
fear of sunset’s song

for shadows rising
and love’s form thine
I can do nought
but break your heart, mine