Toro Tokuda

A day of blue come before the night’s orations;
A storming night, as dreary as they come.
Now thunder shakes the very foundations;
The house already rocked until numb.

Silence broken by the loud pants of hounds.
Drip-drops, a river running of rain.
A steady beat whilst outside the storm pounds;
A gallow’s tune to a heart filled with pain.

Yet in the morrow, begone all the sorrow;
Connection lost now, in the dawn regained;
My love, my heart, thy courage I borrow—
Woe: without you— for another day to be feigned.

This isn’t forever, all is not yet lost;
For our future, our love, whatev’ the cost.