The Storm

Part I

I ask of you....

Conjuring power from within your inner-most merciful gift, can you feel me?

Feat after feat, my bones ache, but are not growing.
My body feels weary and heavy with knowing.
Empathy has been a cursed path for so many, yet my burdens are gifts.
Such energetic vibrations, illuminating rifts.
The somber tune carries more sweetly in the air of the night.
Sometimes joyous symphonies, other times a fight.
Whatever the melody, of light or spite,
Just know, that I will be alright.

My condition is my faith on high, it is the sacrifice- so many fail to make.
Its only because they do not know what, if anything, is at stake.
I will make my way, and you can go or stay.
With only one thing promised, I shall remain the epitome of change.
I'm not sure that you will ever know my pain.
I do not think you can say the same.
Be still now... Can you smell the rain??
It's coming; coming from our past, moving to our present, washing the future's fast approaching face.

How repressed can one consciousness be?
How long must we all go blind before just one will see??

I think of you, then I think me.....

Part II

At first, in all such glory, the sound can be alarming.
Thunder builds as it rolls in on it's own warning.
Electricity, the torrid sister of her rumbling brother,
is amidst the conversation over heaven and earth's dismay.
Cracking and whipping the speedy relations of sound and light,
flashing all of their precocious drama on display.
For their counterparts, it reflects the very consciousness of true partnership and sway.

....Silence slices through the thick, dark billowed shrouds.
The calm before the storm forms a cohesive connection-
the quiet ease of whispers as an orb finishes it's dance among the clouds.

Suddenly......

SILENT HARMONY collides with SONIC SYMMETRY!
Is there any shinier entity?
Explosive Peace Exists....
My hunger for more persists.

I shall pray for your storm to consume my existence,
and tell no one of this satisfying instance.