Poetry Competition: Tempest

Tempest

 

A cloud passes overhead

I watch it float, white on blue

like a feather in the ocean,

And I can’t help but wander…

 

How we miss the little things,

Today I shed my tears,

Not for lost time, but the moments therein,

Each one passes and still I remain.

 

I am done, Endymion,

I am the hunter,

I the warrior,

I stand, Tempest.

 

Let glory reign,

Shedding moments in these tears,

Still I remain,

I stand, Tempest.

 

Now the skies darken,

Black on black,

Glory rains,

Still I remain.

 

Sun’s sword splits the heavens,

Gaping wound bleeding light,

Still it rains,

Celestial Tempest.

 

I remain, sole purveyor,

Alone in the moment,

Like a feather in the ocean,

I watch it float, that little thing.

 

By Luis Duir