Storms and Stillness

Who are you when the mask has lost its stitches How could the cost of the sun be so little Vultures and ravens surround the sound of cultures and havens Utopia turns to dystopia The skies face turns so sad As it's clouds cry out for bad omen meticulously woven Gloom doom monsoon Elements bloom Within landscapes The rain will pour soon Fresh gale cleanses this lonely spirit Wet knees engraved into warm soil next to a broken ricket Darkest before the dawn Brightest before the storm Voluntarily blind unkind rewind the clocks back to a bleaker time Black room More like a tomb Resting in a dead womb Conceived deceived Plant a seed And then bleed Please no more weeds Laying upon empty leaves From autumn to winter frosts When all is lost A tear from a rose lightly cascading onto cold toes My face so soft In this place of frost Breathing as if it's my last breath Leaving as if it's my last step Away from these hallowed sounds Away from the battleground