June Gloom

The Gray of May lingered this year, becoming the bloom of June.

I suspect sometimes, the clouds are but, those times I’m missing you.

The weather turns as months trespass, Life withers as metal rusts.

And still the miles between our states feel like lightyears between us.

Fresh water flows down lover’s streams, but the sun hides high above.

Still my heart catches sight of you, and know baby, you’re all I want.

Yet times are tough, loves not at fault, but pressure fissures from below.

We stake our hopes on shaky ground; as the righteous eagle crows.

America stands asunder, as the well dries at our feet.

Divided, conquered, and unbound, we pick at scattered bones.

The gunshots spark and children die, but still we walk alone.

And when you think the end is nigh, our leaders deal another blow.

But still there’s you and all our dreams, and that’s a comfort that I hold.

Even through these darkened skies, the bright of tomorrow glows.

An in the thick of worldly woes, and indifference that breathes so cold,

Still you remain my beloved buttons; again, I’ll let you know.