LIGHTER

For a pal needing support 

Rainy days will come
Every now and then
Peter Pan won’t fly
Photographs will bend

For every conquered peak
The climber must descend
Empires cannot last
Wishful dreams must end

But a breeze is all you need
To make a mist afraid
Then you’ll see the road
You never really strayed

We’re builders in the grey
We cannot see the height
But we know it’s there
We plan upon a ‘might’

So gamble with a muse
A smile will grow and stay
A thought is all you need
To keep the dark away.