Again

By Stone Bryson

A faraway storm is brewing, 
on the horizon of my soul.
The thunder is violently crashing, 
and it threatens to lose all control.
The rain in the distance is painting the sky
with a gray and a charcoal pen,
and as I observe... 
the fear in me says
it's never gonna clear again.

 A faraway darkness is rising, 
on the horizon of my mind.
The nighttime stars are hidden, 
behind a cloud-streaked blind.
The sun in the distance has faded away,
a passive surrender within,
and as I observe... 
the pain in me says
it's never gonna rise again.

A faraway snow is falling, 
on the horizon of my heart.
The chill of the wind is tearing away, 
the finish before there's a start.
The ice in the distance is coating the soil
with a clear and a reflective skin,
and as I observe... 
the despair in me says
it's never gonna melt again.

Copyright © 2004 Stone Bryson.  All Rights Reserved.

Written November 1997

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