A Gale Like Prism

The elemental outbrust claims forces broughtout by the winds of a hurricane

For they may carryout the sorrows of the past 

That sits within a lockhearted monsoon
Makeshifted unto the unknown whispers of tomorrow 

Those that fill the air with a gale like prism 

Akin to a gem that radiates with the color of green

Yet who could know all the hues that flood the sky

Under the heavens and among the heavens

And of the earth that bears scars towards that of a sacred tempest 

Unimportant I presume

Whereas I the forgotten votex of time
Looks forward as to dance with gusto in these cyclones of hell

That echoes with the drums of life left beathless by a careless tempo

Therefore, I stare recklessly at the typhoons that move with the same sinister notion as me 

Although, a breeze could clam my wild and untamed nature

The violent storm that rages within would not understand those gentle ways

Thus, condemning my essence to a whirlwind of emotions 

Marked with the same chaos that instill a lost zephyr 

You see
All I have herein this life lies forsaken within these winds

That sit above the clouds

Frozen in the stratosphere as a poetic ominous god 

So, Take my hand and I will show you how to fly 

Grab the diamonds that where mistaken as stars 

And we will drift attuned to an intertwining flow

One that sways with elegance between these everlasting unwavering winds

~ Paradise' Poet ~