Breaking on a weathered shore The waves of time in tempest rhyme Relentless through the open space They’ve left my mind in a scattered state
The winds of change have blown this way Across the void into my dreams Upon the mountains of my mind And through the valleys they do whine
The trembling earth beneath my feet Shakes me up and all around Gravity’s tremors wrestle with me To pull me down into the ground
A raging flame roars in my ears I turn around to face the sound That fire that burns inside of me I hold it close but carefully
The churning vortex draws me in Its clutch is great and the goal is clear I spin and spin till the daylight’s gone And find no end to its endless song
There’s nothing mentioned that can’t be said But the wheels of fortune can’t be read The mind of matter can’t be defied And the rains from heaven will not be denied
When rain comes down to quench my flame When the earth turns round and pulls me down There’s very little that I can say But I choose to take it my very own way
This was a fun write in a serious sort of way. It started with a simple line a just grew from there. By the end of the first verse, there was a roadmap in mind but that roadmap kept changing right up to the last verse.
'I have never started a poem yet whose end I knew. Writing a poem is discovering.' – Robert Frost