The Storm

Shadows race past your window,

Mirrors crack tonight.

Children sing in the moment

Of strange, unheard delights.

The sky ignites with fire,

The moon sheds her mask.

Winds whisper promises,

Children seal the house.

A tree has fallen in the forest,

Frozen to the ground.

Shadows shatter with your worries,

Leaving you with only doubts.

Time has passed,

Like sand into glass,

Where the heat of lightning is stored.

Each day is born

From an old, grey soul,

While the night awakens,

Brittle and cold.

Swaying tall grass

Is overcast

By swirling leaves in a storm.

Each moment will last,

From the first tear cast,

Into the silence

Of the darkness before.

Forgotten pebbles lie captured

In streams frozen in time.

Leaves are scattered awkwardly

By a bitter, cold breeze.

Snow-covered mountains stand,

The dark night sings her songs.

Youth play in the hot summer sun,

Days last forever,

As each new days begun.

Colors are painted on a sky never seen,

Our visions make sounds,

For our senses to believe.

Storms keep approaching,

Mountains give way.

Black molten ash

Engulfs the temples we've made.

Call me crazy, but I have seen

Vultures circling amongst the trees.

Call me lost, but I have found

Wise men floundering,

While the foolish thrive.

Crazed lunatics run naked,

Out of control,

A frenzy of new dawn light

Flickering in their souls.

Awaken now to a world

Of plastic imagery, false dreams,

And the morbid reality

Of a self-induced robotic haze.

Cold, pale faces

Frolic in virgin snow.

Pilgrims of the new dawn

Fumble and stumble,

To become part of something

They can't understand or comprehend.