There are moments

There are moments

When the rain

Is a whisper

It can be a torrent

Of abuse

Tearing tender skin

Relentlessly raking

At good earth

Mud slides

Beneath treacherous footfalls

When is it safe

To dance naked

With the rime of

Fallen stardust

Washed from

Mourning eyes

Broken sleep a torn cocoon

Melting in lucidity

What will happen

To the dream state

When reality is a storm

Beating at the heart

Of creation

Listen to the sound it makes

Trying to escape

The rapture

Heavy is the soul

Lost in torment

Will a lightening follow

In the wake

Of this wild tempest

There is no sweetness

In sorrow

Stand in the rain

Let the weight

Slip from your

Slumped shoulders

It has girdled

You in irrationality

Be clear

There is no respite

In passivity

Plant your feet wide

Against the wild wind

Stand tall

It will all blow out

Before the morning comes.