Disappearing darkness and clouds,
Moving out, to some other place.
No longer hovering, over your home.
Or taking up space, where you dwell,
Leaving you free, of troubling thought.
Making your day, less filled with pity or shame.
Go, take up residence, in another town,
Where those you stalk, do not mind,
The deary casting of shadows, drab.
Let your spirits lift up, as they soar.
For time is short, and your life,
Should be, much more carefree.
6/22/08