Stormy Arguments
Stormy Arguments
A drizzle tumbles down in the realm of illusions.
Dewdrops glitter upon misty patches of silence.
Clods that darkens, whirling faster like a storm,
Rise from harsh conversations.
The wind howls but the words are long since lost.
There is no one listening to the storm’s lament.
Lightning strike upwards, dancing like fairies,
Sparkling in nuances of red.
Temporary, harmless flashes through the night.
Inevitably even the strongest of gales will lull.
Until then lock it outside, keeping it distanced,
So it remains locked inside itself.
The quarrel slowly dies out in its own devastation.
Because those sentences has become flooded.
All black clouds perished, leaving no shelter,
For the sun shining too brightly.
Copyright © 2006
A drizzle tumbles down in the realm of illusions.
Dewdrops glitter upon misty patches of silence.
Clods that darkens, whirling faster like a storm,
Rise from harsh conversations.
The wind howls but the words are long since lost.
There is no one listening to the storm’s lament.
Lightning strike upwards, dancing like fairies,
Sparkling in nuances of red.
Temporary, harmless flashes through the night.
Inevitably even the strongest of gales will lull.
Until then lock it outside, keeping it distanced,
So it remains locked inside itself.
The quarrel slowly dies out in its own devastation.
Because those sentences has become flooded.
All black clouds perished, leaving no shelter,
For the sun shining too brightly.
Copyright © 2006