For He Is Lucky Poem by Simon Chamoun

He thought he found the one
after staring long enough in her eyes
He saw himself old in her arms
endless moons and suns set and rise
He knew she was his rainbow
steered by the heart rather than surmise
Weather forecasts of a cold town
constantly construing cloudy skies

Coffee becomes the finest companion
in the silence of an empty chamber
A dose of nicotine and a book
clarity of sight after a long blur
Silent waves of the bath tub
provoke a change through a spur
But water cannot hide tears
sorrows of not finding an answer

Time will again do its magic
A priestess of the broken heart
Sorrow booked its seat
waiting to soon depart
Trusting in his goodness
for he never was an upstart
The bull's eye is always ahead
when he throws the right dart

It is a magical life and being
and lucky he is for being wide-awake
His passion, care, and love
transcend any heartbreak
He planted many seeds
and knows the melts of snowflakes
Will emerge flowers and love
to where he will betake