30 November 2008

the silent storm inside my arms

the silent storm inside my arms (draft for ENGL463. still in progress.)

for a moment, break away
hot tears pour like steaming geysers,
rolling down heated hills without a sound.
cold rain falls on even the most beautiful of roses,
and distant thunder can shake steel foundations.
a subtle quake erupts across weary expanses:
the broken heart is still the beating heart.
sharp light breaks instantaneously
in the consuming shadows;
the tumult bears down, but when ascending,
just above the hanging clouds
the stars shine brightest.
the wind is mute against this raging tempest.
I'll pray on these tears while holding tight
to the silent storm inside my arms.


BreakMeOff said...

nice poem /...... love it

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