My Acceptance

There comes an early sign of trouble
 
a thought dark and deep, a grumble
 
Then it comes to hit me sharp, your thought
 
Wakes me from my sleep to hark your lot
 
The sun has spent all its warmth long gone
 
tis the night's cruel coldnes, dark n deep, a still
 
No birds do chirp, no squirrels run to see
 
murmuring quietness as cold as night be
 
hark! it comes again, but this is different i see
 
it is your face so warm and caring

your touch so soothing as i remember it to be
 
says so soothingly to me, my dear tis me
 
let now the night be cold and dark for me
 
into the future morrow i see let what be, be.
 
Abul Asad