Horizon coming,
A storm is brewing
The wind swept in,
My stress is fueling.

This storm that’s swelling,
The clouds are linking;
The wind swept out,
A sun that’s shrinking.

I see some flashing,
Blackness is calling.
Terra rumbles;
The drops are falling.

The acid dropping,
In drops are clutching
My building stress,
That now is plunging.

Droplets are landing
On of my thinking.
Giving which back,
What I made sinking.

Echoes of flashing
The winds are flowing
From start to end;
Horizon going.