The Storm
pour down from high
like a torrent with no end
which knows no joyful sunlight
or warmth of light.
to which the sky cries out of dark anguish and labor pains
no heart within the chest but a burning hole
of emptiness..
no eye can see
no ear may hear
no heart may perceive
indeed they are all dumb.
lost themselves, in this dizzying frantic dimension.
strength has been lost
the tears stop falling
there is no point to which they may be spent.
empty eyes, ears, promises
the wind may blow
wherever she may
ice has frozen over and movement has been lost
turn around why won't you?
see what happens in the ravages of a storm
none may turn back unscathed.
like a torrent with no end
which knows no joyful sunlight
or warmth of light.
to which the sky cries out of dark anguish and labor pains
no heart within the chest but a burning hole
of emptiness..
no eye can see
no ear may hear
no heart may perceive
indeed they are all dumb.
lost themselves, in this dizzying frantic dimension.
strength has been lost
the tears stop falling
there is no point to which they may be spent.
empty eyes, ears, promises
the wind may blow
wherever she may
ice has frozen over and movement has been lost
turn around why won't you?
see what happens in the ravages of a storm
none may turn back unscathed.
