A Spring Storm

Heavy eyes are hardened
And grow bitter by a bitter drink
The head is held in the heart's hands
But is it head or heart that thinks?

Regal and resentful
Back both bent and straightened in sorrow
What thoughts hang heavy on your head?
And will they linger on tomorrow?

Sorrowful heart still sinks slowly
Golden hope turned leaden and fled
Bleeding heart longed to lavish love upon
One whose embrace felt cold and dead

Teeter on the brink of pain
House holds breath, awaits exhale
Calm settles silently before the storm
This faint breath soon becomes a gale.