The dark clouds rush and gather
Like angry warriors to their battleground.
So low that it seems
I can almost reach and stroke their frowns.
Carried swiftly by a steady wind
Which they neither understand nor can resist.
Their entire beings merge in a union
To form an illusionary glory
That menaces all under its fold
But self-destructs in a moment of fury.
Have they no fear, do they not know ?
Or is this their hopeless destiny.
I can smell in the air so clear
The advancing veil of gentle tears.
Those who struggle behind this curtain,
The vulgar, the ordinary, the you-and-me's;
Their longings, their joy and their pains
Cloaked and soaked in the pouring rain.
Will they wake to find it a dream
Or let the cold water drench them through
To bring new stings to their bleeding wounds ?
My turn will come soon but I fear
I shall lack the strength to die
From the arrows of an unforgiving sky.
Out of nowhere a bolt of lightning
Rips and tears the heaven apart
To reveal for a split of a breath
The blinding light behind this gloom.
I yearn to see this joyous display
Of hope in a scene of general despair.
But alas this cut through a tormented face
Seems too swift, too bright for my eyes to bear.
The crack of thunder deafens my ears,
Freezes me in my sea of cares.
I looked around in panic to find
A scarcity of kindness, a scarcity of time.