Golden brushes of dawn reached us, even in our midnight hours.
We argued, stormed and raised those showers, as daybreak filled the sky.
I was jealous of how the wind embraced you because our paths clearly diverged
All those years ago. I could never hold you close again.
When you invited me up the stairs of your heart,
I expected to reach a roof of freedom, of bliss.
But now I open the door and all I find
Is a few dapples of sunlight, and a floor covered with rain.