Watch!
Listen.
It’s all around you,
Waiting patiently with tenderness
To ensnarl you amongst its seductive tendrils
A bolt of thunder
Strikes you down, down down,
Not a sound.
Drowned out by the incessant demands of men.
Drowning in your bland tears.
Bitterness long sunken into your deepest trenches.
Full-stop.
Whose say is it, for you to stop?
If your steps freeze right now,
Is it fool’s stop?
Love flutters by, dancing her swan song
Frolicking under the warm sun
In its little green house.
The storm in the horizon bothers it insignificantly.
For now.
I study it with longing,
Behind this window pane.