The type that happens in your head
I'm no stranger to the storm or the waiting, or the fact that the mind isn't always telling the truth. Thank you for the gentle reminder.
Thank you for reading!
And what if the weather breaks,
the rain falling like the tears of a god,
lost in the haze of the lashing sheet,
turning the air to milk.
.
For the shedding of this,
clears the air, turning the sky
turquoise once more,
dark clouds white as snow.
What then, as rivers burble
as they flow toward the sea,
to where they had once come
beneath the hot sun.
Is that worth the world,
and the sounds of traffic,
and the clutching of books,
your thumb in the fold?
Beautiful words!
I'm no stranger to the storm or the waiting, or the fact that the mind isn't always telling the truth. Thank you for the gentle reminder.
Thank you for reading!
And what if the weather breaks,
the rain falling like the tears of a god,
lost in the haze of the lashing sheet,
turning the air to milk.
.
For the shedding of this,
clears the air, turning the sky
turquoise once more,
dark clouds white as snow.
What then, as rivers burble
as they flow toward the sea,
to where they had once come
beneath the hot sun.
Is that worth the world,
and the sounds of traffic,
and the clutching of books,
your thumb in the fold?
Beautiful words!