What Comes Next

I am the sadness in your eyes

That lingers long or passes by.

When you stop to wonder why, 

No answers will be found.

I am the light that you may find

That good fortune and renewal binds

An outward hand gentle and kind.

In the knick of time or tardily.

Never knowing what's ahead

A sigh of bliss or encroaching dread,

Hanging on to what's been said

No comfort to be found.