Clouds are thick.
Moon is full.
Wind is strong.

Only now does her brokenness fit in.
Only now can she freely express
true colors – black and gray
flow from her tongue as she is trapped
between anger and mourning.
When the sun shines, it is easy to find
her joy and effortless smile. But
just as the earth would dry up
without rain, just as the grass would
yellow and the crops would whither
away – she can only suppress
the storm within her for so long.

She can’t live on sunshine alone.

She can’t live on love alone.

Slowly, her fingers run
under the seal of a yellowed
envelop as if brushing against
his lips as he kissed it shut.

He delicately penned gentle
words, but a thousand
letters aren’t sufficient to prove his
devotion – A thousand miles not

enough to keep them apart. Once
only bound by infatuation and perpetual
poor timing, doomed to perish with
nothing but memories of a midnight

cursing the ticking second hand,
memorizing each embrace. She
refuses to buy into fate, but her’s is
sealed like the envelop in her hands.

Studying each word, running her
fingers over dried ink as if brushing
against his determined hand as he wrote.

It didn't bother me
when I looked straight into her eyes
She didn't love me, as I did her.
I was just glad I could let myself
risk pain in my heart one last time.
Every heartbreak leaves scar tissue;
but I still remain hopeful
one day someone will look at me,
as I her.

On the wings of the air
She dances with elegance and flair
Evoking the elements
Fire
       Water
                  Earth
                             Air
An harm ye none, do as ye want.