sad smile

The black clouds of his eyes were hovering over the deserts
like the ebony ravens of death.
The heat of the sun was freezing his soul and skin
like a blizzard woulda Japanese tree in bloom.
Yet his mind's eye could see the light-
The end was there, at the horizon
pale at first, but then much brighter
just like the lickering of a match in the cave of the night.
It was there, just one touch, and he'd have it in the palm of his hand.
One will, one tear, one sad smile and that light would become his.