Storms of the Soul

 From whence come these tears,
 that flow upon my cheeks?
 I touch my face and my hand
 comes away with wetness. I taste,
 and their saltiness surprises me,
 catching me unaware, and filled
 with a depth of pain I did not know
 was anywhere about but a moment ago.

 Why does my heart cry out?
 Despair coiling around it tightly,
 squeezing in upon a darkness
 I did not know was there? I howl,
 lifting my head to sister moon,
 which aches in it's spinning, and yet,
 I look upon the starry night, amazed,
 at it's calmness from what nestles,
 crying out from a bruised soul...

 She comes to me, eyes twirling,
 smoke wafting from her nostrils.
 Anger glowing from her like an aura
 around the sun of her shining.
 I listen to her special voice,
 as she roars her impatience, with my
 lost and spinning mind, taking all
 my sorrow and eating it voraciously.

 I look up into her coloured eyes,
 my head hung in shame at my failure
 to listen to her voice and guidance.
 Lifting my spirit soaring upon wings
 o'er no troubled rivers, down below
 questing over the mountaintop, I stop,
 catching my breath at the dawning there.
 Turning, I smile at her, heart rising,
 ready to battle anew upon the morrow
 and slay the darkness eating at my soul.