Dark clouds floating from one end of sky to another;
That’s all I get to see every morning I wake;
No smoldering sun in sight nor no moonlit night;
As though I am covered with a maiden’s hair of black.
The sun of my destiny had set a long while ago;
Clouds made me uneasy at first but now loving the dark sky more;
Changes are part of life - one must accept them without a hitch;
I wait for the day when black will become my entire core.