Hurricane and Blizzards

Trust in the graveyard

Cuts on the crust of the palm

And wishing that the bleeding bursts


Holding a candle in each hand..

Watching…..watching..the wait is impatient

To see the stub burning lower

Till the glow is bright on your palm

And the pain is escalating..


Then I compare the pain of trusting and losing

The battle is lost

And the slumber swept away

But the thunderstorm still rages

Calling you to me

To the dark of the decayed flowers

And the candles long blown out

On the broken bones

And charring  them to the core.


And someone , somewhere feels his calling..

I know I will make you come.