The moonlight calls as the wind brushes my skin
Majestic mountains soar, another night begins. Trees sway with ambition, free to touch the sky, No cloud can stop the stars; my cloud can't stop the stars. A haze of inspiration, a veil of introspection, I search the life I live, for meaning and dictation. When yonder comes a flash, an unexpected sight, The thunder wakes my senses, I’m afraid, I am afraid. For all of this beauty, all of this creation, Swallowed by a storm, of terror and confusion. The clouds cry out. The rocks are quenched. But I stand still, determined not to waver. Like a concert from heaven, light and sound consume. The bright stripe across the sky, the reverberating Boom. But this storm will pass; the peace will moon light, And shine past the clouds, welcomed is the night
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PoetryI enjoy creative writing as well as dabbling in poetry. Arhives
March 2014
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