The Golden Lining

Sunlight, moonlight and all possible specs of brightness,
Estrange his soul from his body and cast it on the floor.
A place where his soul is a mere shadow, a patch of gloom.
Defeated, depressed he looks down and takes a leap.

A moment of contemplation and he is no more air borne.
No job but a happy wife, less money but a lifetime to achieve it.
A freckled forehead but strong hands to still make it happen.
A bald patch but feet still steady to remove this ambiguity from life.

A moment of realization and no more air rushes by.
He knows that his soul is the sun, not the shadow
They were all wrong when they said with grandeur,
That every cloud has a silver lining...it has a Golden one.

A moment of regret and gravity ceases to exist.
What of the happy wife and the wasted lifetime.?
What of the dreams woven in the light of the sandman named God?
What of a second chance they say that each human deserves?

The moment of truth, a red car and people walking.
A shattered windscreen and screams overshadowed by a laugh.
The laugh of his shadow which will no longer be trampled upon.
And up above it rains as his soul weeps for a second chance.