There's something about rainy sunday afternoons
that have made me fall in love.
not any other day or time
makes me feel the same way inside.
The ones where you open up the blinds
and curl up beside the window
watching, listening, never getting bored.

I could stay this way for hours.

There's a calm about them.
That the same force which sustains life can also destroy it.
That it chooses to cleanse the earth gently
and use it's power for good.
I long to step out into it
turn my face up to the sky
and let the drops soak my skin.
So that maybe it will choose
to do the same to me.

Our souls wander
Lost in the dark.
The ruin laughter squander.
Death brings the storms,
storms bring garnets
With a blood red shine.

Not all storms come to disrupt your life;
Some come to clear your path

Stormy sand dunes of foaming memories
A dryness palpitating the scorched heart
The thirst waiting in her eyelids, teardrops
An endless desert beckons towards agony
And a violent sun burns her bruised flesh
But to endure it, to suffer worse than death
Can make this mirage of life, meaningful
So that others can one day find its purpose.

-K

Your heart came into my hands so cold
And as fragile as ice
I was so scared to drop it, I held onto it
With all of my might
The fire of love rushed through my veins
Urging to meet this new, unfamiliar pain
Coldness
It was so unique
Your heart was so cold and fragile
But it never froze my heat
I would melt your heart if when I’d say the right words
We’d turn blue fire that was a delight to see
But not touch
A storm of feeling of both hot and cold
Who would’ve thought fire and ice could dance so beautifully
As we were together we could make flowers bloom at our feet
As we danced through the desert
Making once a desert now a garden
Spring was our season I’d presume
Little did we know while we were dancing
Time was passing
And the seasons were changing
We no longer made flowers at our feet
And the petals in our garden began to fall
I could begin to feel the summer heat wash through my veins
As your coldness seemed to go away
I watched you leave dancing
As if the seasons for you have changed
My feet stopped dancing
As I now realize the damage cold does to heat
My feet stopped dancing and I forgot how to walk
And who would think I’d be the one to fall?