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.