She
sits in the dark night with her eyes raised
Staring
into heaven’s shadow.
She
stares ‘til the black sky tenses.
The
sky’s blackness morphs to a dark orange-red hue.
The
disquiet of the heavens stirs the stagnant air.
Fuming
in disgust and protesting to her intense stare,
The
air morphs into wind.
Wind
bursts out and awakens the earth’s crust;
Dust
becomes a painting on all life.
She
continues to stare,
She doesn't blink
The
sky squirms
Her
eyes are the vents to her fury
Her
anger tortures the innocent night’s sky
Her
rage yanks out the breath from the wind
As
trees fly, the heavens begin to cry
Its
tears splattering as blood from a severed artery
Her
eyes are stung by heavens tears; she blinks.
As
the heavens weep, the cries of the skies louden
Every
scream triggering a radiant steak across the skies
The
boisterous wind crushes her down
As
heaven’s tears cleanses her.
As
the raging furnace burning deep within her is doused,
She
turns to him and whispers
