MichaelaStatic builds in the air
Silently, steadily.
The little world filling
With unexpected tension.
The storm breaks
All is wrong with everything.
The tempest squalls,
Wounds the lightning,
The rain pours and
The clouds make amends
And it passes.
The stars shine.
All is right in the world
Small and shiny as it is
And cleaner.
So full of happiness and hope am I Down from my umber, sparkling eyes it streams, The appled drumlins of my cheeks capsize In full-fledged bliss so vast I can but weep: Struck in a moment by weight of
The alarm blares through the morning Giving us repeated warnings That a new day once more is dawning But we don't care to heed Until it issues its fifth sounding Then, rolling, reaching, grounding Our
Encased beneath your freckled skin Stretches a universe full of wonders We wake. I look into your eyes Nebulas entrancing my depths And you draw me to rest my head On your stomach Cavernous with black