Better Days

Mid-winter we yearn for spring
Midnight we look to the dawn
We hope for better days
We make plans for when we are stronger
when infection has passed
when the fracture has healed
We ready ourselves for the longest of roads
We study to stand in good stead
We strive so at some stage we can rest
Yet even on the sunniest day
we prepare for the coming storm
We bide our time
We watch our step
We correct our course
We pray for someone
or something
to take us somewhere
somewhere better
We spend our whole lives
searching for better days
and when we look back
there they were
We are the someone
we prayed for We are the something
This is the somewhere better
These are the better days
These are the better days

Blue moon, you saw me standing alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own
Blue moon, you knew just what I was there for
You heard me saying a prayer for
Someone I really could care for
And then there suddenly appeared before me
The only one my arms will hold
I heard somebody whisper, "Please adore me"
And when I looked, the moon had turned to gold
Blue moon
Now I'm no longer alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own
And then there suddenly appeared before me
The only one my arms will ever hold
I heard somebody whisper, "Please adore me"
And when I looked, the moon had turned to gold
Blue moon
Now I'm no longer alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own
Blue moon
Now I'm no longer alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own

A poem by Henry Normal