There are no actions for the anger in my arms
No visions for the venom in my veins

She could be air, she could be breeze
as we speak,
yet placed in his mind with such ease,
as if a blind man's
last notion of the world
before his eyes decease.

Your eyes twinkle differently.
They don’t reflect the yellow from the sunflowers nearby
but they seem to adore the tumultuous grey storm on the other side
who knew one so mellow could suddenly harden
maybe it hardened so it didn’t crumble -

but you didn’t realise the nature that surrounded you
a fresh breeze blew over the calm lake
green trees swung beside to provide you with shade
flowers grew alongside, and handed you their delicate seeds
they knew you would care for them even after they grew to become trees -

But you fell in love with the storm.

You became the ocean - almighty powerful, vast and destructive
yet so alone
no one ever saw you
except for bare, faceless rocks
or people who died taking their last hop
you comforted life in your darkest depths
but it never saw the sky above you
and only ever mastered hiding in the comfort of the blue

you didn’t protect the seeds of the flower anymore
those trees were too far away to shade you
the calm breeze was replaced by a violent gale
one that was too quick to move you

you may have progressed into the calm sea that is enjoyed
or you may remain the storm
but the salty sea will never be able to bring back
the sweetness that is gone.

We’re all afflicted with the same blindness,
grabbing at objects in the dark,
Fighting because we don’t know better

blinding aether sun
burnt grasses and branches cry
as ashen giants flight

i was
falling in love
but love is blind
and blurs our vision
because eventually we all
fall off the high clouds that love brings us to
and we are always left with scars
that will bleed
until someone else
decides to bandage me up
and bring me back
to those
high, high clouds.

sunburnt grasses cry
branches, blinding aether sun
as ashen giants flight