Clouds ahead, storm is brewing,

Rain will come, soon be spewing,

What I’d give, to be out there,

Dancing ‘round, without a care,

Getting soaked, chilled to the bone,

Flooding the marrow, all my own,

Making it simpler to slurp,

Letting me, my life, usurp,

Until there be nothing more,

Hollow bone with naught to pour,

Hollow bone to fill with air,

Raise me up, my soul to spare,

Flying high, just like a bird,

Flaming feathers seem absurd,

Blazing wings to help me fly,

Through the evanescent sky,

Colors all but fleeting fast,

Help me to forget my past,

For what is life but memory?

Deep within the soul’s great sea,

Great ideas, like fishes, come,

Closer to the warming sun,

That star, my heart, calling to,

All those dreams I’ve left to do,

Call them to the surface, shore,

Let them live as not before,

Giving them my wings to break

Through these chains, would be their fate,

Chains still forming for one goal,

To finally on my soul take toll,

Link by link they tie my dreams,

Iron cold upon them seems

Not at all what I’d in mind,

Captive cries of those in binds,

Filling my poor ears and heart,

Ringing ‘til they come apart,

Crumbling like a mountain tall,

Once majestic, now shall fall,

Landslides taking o’er the earth,

Souls but wanting their rebirth,

Cascading falls of tears once shed,

Peace found in a lasting dread,

Greens and blues of hope and tears,

Gathered over wasted years,

Though were they wasted if but one

Were spent on all things yet to come?

For this, one would surely say,

They would not all waste away,

Thread lost in the cloth of time,

One stitch said to cost a dime,

Overpriced and undersold,

Pennies for a bar of gold,

Known only to those of worth,

Thought insane from time of birth.