My Tempest

December 4, 2018

My thoughts are a tempest

An orchestra of meaning

What is this feeling

Would you prefer I start from the beginning?


It was radioactive

A canvas of loves creation

A pleasant sunrise

Worries left in the garden of eden


The darkness fell upon them

Divorce is a kind of season

Light leaves too early

Where happy hearts are leaving


But here I am now

A product of that season

Where the bright sunlight

Left in the early evening


What are we feeling?

Seeing eachother for the first time

It's like healing

Ending all our grieving


Let's leave the darkness in the past

Reflections don't give life meaning

Our actions determine our future

And thoughts belong to the sunrise


For the future is always worth seeing


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