an idea for a painting
and as the world explodes
in chaos clouds,
in threads of dreams
we will remain strong,
unshaken,
for we are the Storm.
how we thrust and parry
in our immortal play,
yet always in our time,
one to the other,
ever laughing
like dancers at the end of time.
in chaos clouds,
in threads of dreams
we will remain strong,
unshaken,
for we are the Storm.
how we thrust and parry
in our immortal play,
yet always in our time,
one to the other,
ever laughing
like dancers at the end of time.


2 Comments:
I am the Storm, and I was here.
can't quite...
but the bass was...
in the rain...
swimming at the bottom of...
my mouth was open...
they ask about....
If nothing else, I would like...
storms come at night...
The sea devours.
Post a Comment
<< Home