I once lived my life as a dirt-stained plain
And you as a rain-filled cloud.
After that day we met things were never the same.
As our time together passed, I heard the loud
Bangs of thunder and saw flashes of lightning
though ominous winds swept about my dirt.
As the days went by, I fueled your clouds with warm moist words;
Many of which to you I would blurt
In sudden fits of fear of the storm
that rumbled and roared in its approach.
Then unexpectedly I began to feel
The large drops of words wet and warm
Reciprocating down to me.
Running down so deeply
I felt the warm moist words
Filling me under the surface
With uneasy warmth and purpose
That clouded my sight and
Blinded my mind from the truth
That my fear was not of the storm but the stinging sand
Stirred up by the violent winds of change
That pushed you away and deprived me of your warm sweet rain.
Although our summer thunderstorm has moved on
I still feel drops of rain, cold and hard
Falling onto my dirt surface,
Filling me with icy depression and frigid despair,
But there is a small flame of hope that burns with purpose.
For I can not wait till one day soon when your warm storm
Will again be here, not there
4/2004
This is the first major poem I wrote back in high school.
