The Calming of the Storm (older/unrevised)
I watch the rain as it falls
through the air
the wind blows through my hair and it
gently caresses my face and I smile
I remember childhood stories
being spoken by familiar voices
and the sound softly passes
through my soul
Inviting me
to gently touch on those
memories once shared and lost
and to remember them not in grief
but in longing
a mothers inspiring touch
and a fathers warm gentle hand
work together forming
endless waves of love
exciting this new being and
awakening the endless possibilities
to which he can use to his advantage
like the calm before the storm he is curious
like the calm before the storm he is anxious
like the calm before the storm he is silent
waiting to attack at any moment
waiting to build his swirling fortress
waiting to destroy his enemy
emotions running through his boiling blood
the rain pours harder now and starts to flood
why have you sunken this purified heart in mud?
The eye closes in on a greater purpose
the beauty of the vision swells
with each writhing moment
like the calm before the storm he is ready
like the calm before the storm he is fulfilled
like the calm before the storm he is peaceful
the rain comes down even harder than before
gathering courage gathering wisdom but still gathering mud
what can cleanse a filthy heart more than love?
Can a dream change what love is made of?
The wind blows the rain with a mighty roar
and implores the night to suffer even more
suffer the pains suffer the gains the joys the laughs
and even the plain thought of being alone
never being able to share the life you built
with a single soul and not hearing those voices
you have have so grown to appreciate
to me that is hell and u know what else is hell
knowing that one day none of this existence will
have ever mattered to anyone or anything
knowing that one day you will look back and cry
so scared that your next move might kill you
and that everything you touch will turn to shit
well if you find yourself in this nightmare I implore
you to dig and scratch and rip and tear and look
and find and bind and dare to make your heart bleed
bleed with terror bleed with fright bleed with loss
loss of all of your hearts desires and dreams
all gone down the drain to be never heard of again
then the eye stops and watches the world go by
the world which he built and the world that is still there
only stronger this time knowing that there is only time
and only a light at the other end of the tunnel
the light that is now becoming clearer than ever before
so bright in fact that he has to look away
so bright that it brings a tear of joy to his eyes
the clouds that once surrounded his world
were dissipating and fading into nothing
like the calm after the storm he is joyful
like the calm after the storm he is thankful
and like the calm after the storm he is blessed
blessed with a clean heart even after trudging
through the muddy waters of his inner mind
and through them he swam and swam
only to have them lead him to the shores of hope
the shores that would lead him into a brighter future
the shores that would lure his dream in
like a mid afternoon tide
its so beautiful to watch the tide come
and go out again and most importantly
to know that the tide always comes back in
you rise you fall but after all of it you
realize that your dreams are just around the bend
when I was child I watched the rain fall
gently through the air
Copyright 2008 All Rights Reserved
Dustin Ray Thomas, "Calm Before the Storm"
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A stunning versed story by what can I deduct Dustin Thomas in a matter of poetry know what you do. Calm prevailing before the storm is always sound and unsettling, calm that always precedes a hurricane, despite the suffering, despite the consequences and the pain is always rewarding, airborne remaining faces, places and fuzzy events that force us to cry, but it is the life force which obliges us to walk , we realize that even though everything we touch you end up turning into shit, rot is not in us but in what surrounds us, the author says:
“Bendecido con un corazón limpio incluso después de haber caminando a través de las aguas sucias de su interior, y a través de ellas él nadó y nadó buscando esa orilla que lo acerca a la esperanza. La costa que le llevaría a un futuro más brillante, una costa de ensueño vestida por las mareas, representando ese sueño de contemplar las mareas partir y llegar acompañadas de la luna, sabiendo que en su huida la marea siempre vuelve, subiendo y bajando comprendemos que todos esos sueños de felicidad están ahí a la vuelta de la próxima curva, y al igual que en nuestra infancia soñábamos al ver caer suavemente la lluvia por el aire, nos estremecemos sin saber ¿Qué calma traerá y precederá a la próxima tormenta?
DRT.
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