Downcast, I try to change my
thoughts, eyes hanging down
personifying those November skies whom
coldly obscure the sun.
Downbeat, my eyes dance uneasy
eventually tripping on themselves they fall
onto your courageous smile,
stealing them away from my irresponsible thoughts.
Downpour, emotional and artificial walls,
barriers erected for solitude fortified and
hardened from pain, instantly begin to
smolder in flames.
Upward, smoke-signals take flight
signifying, above all else, opportunities.