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.