The storm clouds flicker in the distance
Faint bursts of light are barely visible
Standing on the shoreline promenade, watching.
The wind carreses the face... as watching with awe.
The storm strolling on the horizon
Seldomly blinks to say it's there, that it's coming.
The ships have docked...
All man absent, the pathway is clear, and silent.
Times of overwhelming joy, eminating from the darkest
sadness.
It is the sadness that bursts this desperate hope, the one
you see in those clouds.
They are huge - majestic, and mysterious.
Clinging to the cold metal rods just over the turmoil cliff,
wishing to fly.
Wishing to be on one of those ships out there, below the
storm.
Alone, marooned, facing nature, witnessing a clash of
giants.
Imagining those far mountain tall waves...
Washing away every bad feeling
Washing away the lingering stones who rest on the heavy
mind.
That void, the black hole, the horizon everdeep.
Stars flow into it, disappearing one by one... gone...
Rememberance of a night walked out here, with her.
Stars and moons reflect from her eyes, she drowned...
gone...
She faded with the sparkling water that escaped the waves.
Hitting hard against the battered rocks.
A star emerges from the clouds and shines
Only to be recognized as another commercial airliner
Like a spaceship, in the cold of space...
Inside it's hollow halls it is silent, Not a word is
uttered.
The inhabittants are glued to the windows as the stars
around them bursts.
As the super nova like lightnings unleash it's full powers
ailmlessly.
These clouds, mejestic and mysterious.