M
Marc Hector
Guest
I wrote this. Which theme/s do you think it is addressing? It is open to interpretation. And do you like it?
A storm, I feel, is on its way
rumbling hard
with Clouds of grey
I watch from behind the window-pane
I see the world today
and I hear the storm, it's on its way...
First, the blanket of dusk
With the smell of musk
the flowers slowly shy away
the bees and birds fly away
Darkness edging nearer,
A storm is on its way...
Then, the wind gives a blow
a blow, not of life
It shatters the world, with panic and strife
batters at my window-pane
it cuts the air
a cutting knife
The storm is surely on its way
Flashes of light, roaring heaven
is it God? or is it good?
my little sister is crying, stricken
in a corner, as she remembers
the last time we had a flood
I see the world I knew
burning without a clue
what she had done, to what was this due
As all sign of love - and all sign of life
was swept away
as all that mattered crept away
Beware my little sister
The storm is on its way...
Happiness frayed, the world afraid
Morning has left, evening has stayed
Darkness looming over
The storm has made its way...
The rain pours at once
to wash away the fear
it is the sky weeping
For what it once held dear
'what a wretched thing I am
'to break this world of mine'
and tears flowing hard
the wind begins to whine
The storm is nearly over, everything is fine
A ray of gold, the sun is up
the tears have passed away
and all that can be seen
a rainbow arc across the sky
the earth is back to green
Darkness is over, little one
The storm has passed away...!
A storm, I feel, is on its way
rumbling hard
with Clouds of grey
I watch from behind the window-pane
I see the world today
and I hear the storm, it's on its way...
First, the blanket of dusk
With the smell of musk
the flowers slowly shy away
the bees and birds fly away
Darkness edging nearer,
A storm is on its way...
Then, the wind gives a blow
a blow, not of life
It shatters the world, with panic and strife
batters at my window-pane
it cuts the air
a cutting knife
The storm is surely on its way
Flashes of light, roaring heaven
is it God? or is it good?
my little sister is crying, stricken
in a corner, as she remembers
the last time we had a flood
I see the world I knew
burning without a clue
what she had done, to what was this due
As all sign of love - and all sign of life
was swept away
as all that mattered crept away
Beware my little sister
The storm is on its way...
Happiness frayed, the world afraid
Morning has left, evening has stayed
Darkness looming over
The storm has made its way...
The rain pours at once
to wash away the fear
it is the sky weeping
For what it once held dear
'what a wretched thing I am
'to break this world of mine'
and tears flowing hard
the wind begins to whine
The storm is nearly over, everything is fine
A ray of gold, the sun is up
the tears have passed away
and all that can be seen
a rainbow arc across the sky
the earth is back to green
Darkness is over, little one
The storm has passed away...!