Metaphor is to life

The sun highlights the sky
an inferno of everlasting life
the clouds compliment it lazily

the sky the softest of blues
highlight the clouds
whether they be grey or white

Stormy skies entice and excite
telling of the storm to come
lightning strikes the night sky

Thunder breaks the silence of night
a soft rain beats down
the land soaked with the giver of life

Relaxing allowing sleep to settle in
eyes flutter, finally close
now the soft rhythmic breathing of slumber

Emotional Storms

The rage grows
anger almost seething
hatred grows hot

mind is not thinking
heart feels nothing
instinct only

eyes darkened
emotions cannot be seen
a blank look is all there is

how can this be
everything was so good
it is all gone

everything that mattered
all that there was
a heart that is empty

a mind that is full
always thinking
a soul that is yearning

where has the love gone
has it left this world
will it ever return