Ocean of storms
When the rain starts to pore
And the house shakes,
I rest my tired bones,
And forget my mistakes.
I listen to the silence,
I listen to the blues.
I wait for the lights
That spin the empty rooms.
The walls turned to gray,
As the rain seeped through.
The clouds raised from the floors,
And swept me up to view.
My hair spun in twirls,
My skin raced with heat.
My toes reached above,
Where cold feet and floor meet.
A cold ceiling on a warm hand,
A cold feeling from mind.
A warm feeling at my feet,
A new healing I tried to find.
My hands fell upon,
My hair came down.
My arms twisted above,
And the silk came above the ground.
The touch,
The softness,
The feeling,
Reminded me of you.
The clouds came closer
And raised me up,
And there you were,
Evoking me of the times I had messed up.
And these storms they will pass, just like your feelings for me, but I will still be right where you left me. Mourning the mess we had, that we called an ocean of storms.
