Bitter storm clouds fill the hardened sky
Threatening to pour down their anger on the quiet valley beneath
Threatening, but not yet acting on their lewd impulse
Instead waiting for the perfect moment to cry out and frighten the sleeping child,
The perfect moment to let weary tears flow.
All is silent, pensive.
In an instant, beams of light break through the clouds
Pouring out comfort and peace on all beneath.
Heavens beams shoot through the darkened sky.
A lone raven appears from nowhere and flies into the light
Embracing the warmth of the sun before returning to his secret lair in the sky.
The clouds close in,
Choking out the sunlight with their billowy flesh.
All is dark once more.
All is silent.
The perfect moment has arrived.
The clouds let all of their anguish flow out into the valley.
Peace is gone.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment