In the Dark
How far can you see
until you can see nothing at all?
I thought I saw everything,
but now I see nothing.
I lost my grasp on love.
I’m growing old without you.
The moon is just a pimple in the sky.
It bursts with light, yet I’m in the dark.
Brightness Awaits
Grazed by rain,
slapped by cold wind,
and I paid it
no mind.
I walked briskly
to that place
where brightness
awaits.
In the dark
sky outside a
skylark sang
as if
its life was
depended on
it. Its voice
burst through
the cold wind
and rain. I
paid it much
respect.
Cultivator of Storms
You cultivate the storms
gathering over our heads.
You blink lightning alive
dropping flashes at our feet.
You pour the salt on wounds
squeeze the lemon right in.
It is a miracle of sorts I stay
waiting for your moods to change.
You gather all the clouds
impregnate then with precipitation,
color them black and dark gray,
and let them burst at all hours.
I’m still here standing despite
the storms, the lighting, and rain.
I’m waiting for the clouds to lift,
for the sunshine you have inside.
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