Of Rain and Resonance
Remember the rainstorm
given flesh- soft spoken downpour,
there was a monsoon
brewing in her lungs.
Color me windswept,
my ribs a wrecked ship in your wake,
do you ache for the maelstrom?
Do you envy the aftermath?
Debrisweaver,
artist of catastrophe,
do you see the beauty in disaster?
Do you empty your canvas of the ocean?
Stormsinger,
will you drum me to sleep
before the day breaks?
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This is absolutely gorgeous.
I want to hear it with a drum beating us through to the end of the words and beyond.
Too visually acute; only pictures can translate the intensitivity of the writing within its emotional landscape!! Capturing a moment within Mother Nature you have with a sought after desire worth viewing!!