The Day After

The day after it rained,

  I walked out along the misty way,

The wind blew, soft with magic gained;

  And the Lily-white that had fallen apart

Now had stories of hope to tell & say.

The Day after it rained,

  I went back to the lone old tree long dead;

But on him, a small twig now danced 

  And so, this tree which since long-held feelings pained 

Now told the wind few stories unsaid.

The Day after the clouds bid bye,

  I went back to the river unblue 

But there she, who gave up ago so long;

  Now sang again her old love song.

The Day after the sun was back to greet,

  I went back to the flame hatred of love had lit,

But the age-old wick had very long betrayed

  The fire thus, which had kept "death" survive;

Now betrayed tears of a broken "life".

Perhaps a love like that, like that,

  The love of heaven to the earth,

Lovers who are Infinity afar, but so eternally together;

  Perhaps hold magic like life and birth.

Perhaps holds colours to herald the blue,

  And a miracle for we and you.