Along With The Thunder

The seamless sky called life shined with cloudless ecstasy, as in the rhapsody of zephyr rippling with rhythm of love floated my butterfly mind with the motif of my heart. On its wings I painted in colors the lattice of my identity, for flowers in my valley bloomed in all seasons for you. The dawning horizon splashed the spectrum of rapture to blossom the buds of dreams in my craving course to you, where I flew on the fervent wings of butterfly with my heart. Virtual euphoria took me to the realm of fathomless fantasy, your charm entranced me, didn’t perceive what was coming. Charcoal clouds turned the sky into a slate rampart that fell with fury when the thunder split the sky. Sparked by your betrayal I burst asunder in dire dejection, as my dreams were demolished by the ripping rumble, releasing the pent-up anguish designed by the ruined time. The flushing vale turned into rusted wreckage of torment, the wilted flowers didn’t see the new sun rise with colors. Torrent of tear drowned the past in the storm surge, the maimed melody of the broken wings of the butterfly crashed at the brink of somber horizon along with the thunder.