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