Dec 08 2008
Yet Another Wrong Storm…
Welcome to my night. The sun has set. The storm rolls in.The air is still, tense. No words to mask the sound. No breath.
So quiet is the room. Deafening is that dropping pin.
Just like that. Can you feel it? It’s the kiss of gathering death?
Welcome to my night. The wind does howl. I await the drops.
It’s time. I feel it on my skin. A tingling shiver to the air.
One storm so early; the other runs late. No, it never stops.
Just like that. I feel it. Hated tears hidden by forward-falling hair.
Welcome to my night. No lightning for me. Not even rain.
So long I awaited this. So long I hoped. All disappointment.
Where is my storm? Where is my calm? Can I stay sane?
Just like that. My bitter pill. There seems to be a fly in the ointment.
Welcome to my night. I got a rocky storm when I wanted stormy calm.
There can be no blame. Somehow we both failed. I know we tried.
Soft lips turn to stone. Hard eyes go soft, stare. There’s no healing balm.
Just like that. It’s just about that time. This is when my creativity died.
Welcome to my night…
~~~~Tonight I was waiting for a much needed storm to roll in…instead, I got a fight. 
