The rolling clouds of lightening,
The random bang of thunder,
The pouring rain,
The greys sky,
Never before have I seen such anarchy inside such a small place,
Never before have we witnessed such destructive force,
Never again will we be fearing the darkness,
Never again will the music stop,
Never again will I
The stars of the sky call out for the peace and the tranquil,
The heavens of the night cry for salvation,
The darkening moon peeping through,
The weakening sun floundering,
The night is upon us.
Does anyone know of its power?
Does anyone know of its majesty?
Does anything listen complacently?
Does the civil mind wonder of the heavens?
Does the world think of one about the mysteries?
The calmness of the after is here.
The calmness of the mind is here.
The calmness of the thought is here.
The eye: peering into my very soul uncovering the very secrets of my mind.
The cloud: Covering my judgement, but not my intent.
The spiral arms: Lashing at me, but I shall not give in.