SUN IN RAIN

The Sun in My RainYour voice, a melody, soft as rain on pane,Whispers of a haven, a solace from all pain.A promise of "coming home," a gentle, sweet refrain,Yet in my soul, a winter chill, a cold I can't explain.An icy touch remains, despite the warmth you claim.This numbness, deep and silent, a thief within my heart,Steals the sting of sorrow, but takes away the rest.My heart, a sleeping garden, by emptiness possessed,Cannot discern the sorrow, nor feel itself caressed,A hollow ache, where vital life has been put to the test.But then, your smile, a sunrise, breaks through the cloudy grey,A sudden, radiant morning that chases doubt away.It spills across my darkness, a promise of the day,And makes the grip of numbness gently start to sway,Allowing pain to soften, in its tender, healing ray.You are the gentle fire, in my season of despair,The quiet, steady rhythm, in the stillness of the air.With every glance, a warmth descends, a love beyond compare,And though the cold may linger, a burden I must bear,Your sunshine makes the fading pain a lighter load to share.