Literature
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
