That Smile...

That Smile Dabs Away My Unseen Whimpers
& For A While The Wall Clock Asks Me The Time
Then I Lay Drenched In The Rain Of A Sunny Day
& The Zephyr Chills My Soul For No Better Reason,
But It’s Not Dark Now, As I Close My Shadowed Eyes
Since I Have To Open It To Amass New Dew Drops,
From The Lush Green Of That Fresh Wintery Dawn.
The Calendar Dates Start Fluttering Like Butterflies  
As I Wait For The Hissing Friday On That Platform
To Get That Glimpse & Treasure It For A Week Long.