A wind in torment

A wind in torment

A sand blown Banshee

Blinding me

To a reason

For this journey

Storm fresh leaves

Torn away

Too soon

Bleed in the afternoon

Screaming in silence

For connection

In the tumble down

Orange and gold

Become brown

In the lightning strike

Needlepoint rain

Cuts through the

Bloodline

Sealing ice in the veins

Frozen hearts

Never melt

Stranded in blue

Torn in two

More topsy than turvy

A star crossed

Tempest

Drags up the topsoil

Digs in the dirt

Rolls in black oil

Throwing up

A smokescreen

To hide a wounded

Soul

Sorrowed by the storm

Why did we come

To this gathering

Of broken things

A hurricane of

Disaster

With nothing to do

But remember

What on earth

This wholly rolling ball

Is for.