covered by a deep storm
within and out,where room
for thought and action were
strained,lived a verse
fueled by one man alone.
From thoughts
deep with boisterous
cries to the failing
claustrophobic wailing
it was something
more superior ,yielding
to the fire of love.
Love has many wars,
victory is not what we seek,
but mere repetition in eye.
For all lost and gained,
where do we move?
wit is all we have,
in adversity it becomes
one to back,for once
the love is out,there is
nothing so fond.
Save your self,
the pain,close
your eyes and let
it ease out,scream and dance,
for you are as free,
as the farthest star.
