Life revolves around it.
It controls with its icy gaze;
Or perhaps, with its summer haze.
It comes at once, one single hit.
In the eyes, drinking in the sky.
They stare into mine,
And suddenly, I can’t walk a straight line.
On the ground I lie.
Then, it promises passion.
The clouds roll in overhead
My feet are lead,
The storm slows my reaction.
The blue is gone,
The grey is left,
But in my heart lies a cleft.
I’ll seal it with the coming dawn.
I wander, not completely whole,
Left alone in the dismal shower.
Again it leaves with crippling power,
My ocean, my sky, my soul.