The Passing Storm (an oldy)

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The Passing Storm (an oldy)

Colin
Senior Member

since 1999-06-05

Posts 596
Callington, Cornwall, England

0 posted 1999-07-01 03:38 PM

Wild winds blew over the fields of my life,
Cold, lashing rain has soaked me,
Chilled me to the bone,
Froze my heart within me,
Left me loveless,
A tattered, torn sail,
Left flapping on lifes mast.

The winds eased slowly,
Warm breezes coming to replace them,
Wafting over me,
Restoring me,
Melting the icy ball of my heart,
as you softly sewed the rips in my fabric.

One final squall comes,
Harsh winds,
Heavy hail,
Stinging us,
Wounding us.
Wrapping our coats around us,
Taking turns to shelter each other,
We laugh as the last cloud floats angrily overhead,
Knowing that soon,
we will bathe in golden sunshine.

X Angel
Senior Member

since 1999-11-07

Posts 1521
Oregon

1 posted 2000-09-21 12:32 PM

*sigh*
this is beautiful Eric...and I can't believe there are no replies to this...

~Heather

Sunshine

Administrator

Member Empyrean

since 1999-06-25

Posts 63354
Listening to every heart

2 posted 2001-02-04 08:31 AM

A visit to the archives can be delightful....and I truly like this piece....maybe it's time for a repost, Colin....

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