Until

Until dark clouds disperse,
And the head is light,
The heart can never accept...

Until the past is resolved,
Not just being suppressed,
The heart can never be contented..

Until all knots are untied,
We can't really love...

Or can love be..
The sun that shines through the dark clouds,
The Present that charges forward,
The fingers with great dexterity,
Patiently untying the knots...