I can hear him sleeping
I can hear the storm
it’s fierce ebony clouds
scudding, it’s yellow flashes
spend themselves against
my window pane.
Trees crashed, branches fell,
and my heart no longer knew it’s way.
Still he slept, his
gentle breathing at odds with the
violence, that shook my soul,
Can you hear the storm ?
is it inside your realm
is it beyond your pain
is it beyond mine.
The sky lit and intruded
into my domain,
It’s clear shadows against my walls,
a dark mark against my heart.
Wake and listen
do not enter that sphere
no, stay and sleep
quieten my province.
Stay and sleep…
@ Copyright 2007
Superb Susie, very topical a coincidence or did inspiration come from the weather. Love it.
May the storm stay outside awhile
May the storm subside for now,
If we can’t find a door,
we can’t get out.
May you find a door…..soon
My Best Jewel.
Thank you so much Ken for your lovely comments.
Jewel as always your words heal – my sincere wishes to you.
Another wonderful poem, we are really enjoying all of them, our best to you. Chris and Joy, UK
Thank you to Chris and Joy, I am so happy you are enjoying them