Storm Cloud
My marvelous storm cloud,
My vaporific Vel,
I cannot say your name out loud
I hide beneath your spell.
Though you kill sunlight,
You remind me that it’s there,
But when you hide my inner light,
You are quite a dark nightmare.
Once I did hate you,
I cannot do so now.
You take away the bright sky blue--
It’s night time, anyhow.
And one question remains:
Can you ever be loved?
I know hurricanes
Could never be shoved.
But the wind you create
Pushes me over
Will you never abate?
I pluck a four-leafed clover...
I wish you back in the Well,
Living there without me.
But after I fell,
You would not let me be.
Please, Vella,
Leave me alone.
I’ll take out my umbrella,
Just look how I’ve grown.
Watered by your tears
And warmed by your absence,
But, gentle for years,
You haven’t stabbed since
We left the Wishing Well.
Copyright © Vella Taliare | Year Posted 2016
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