The tempest

I fear the tempest,

It threatens to unleash itself

Every solitary morning

Like a beast waiting to be released.

Every morning when the sun comes up

And the skies are grey,

The tempest hovers around the horizon,

Like unseen clouds

Which can unleash their torrential wrath.

Voices from near and far-

Fleeting images,

Flicker and pass by.

The skies were blue

And the fields were green

Not so long ago.

Late at night,

Before dreams invade,

The tempest is still around the horizon,

Beyond the flash of the neon lights,

Far beyond the reach

Of redemption.

It goes to sleep,

And so do I,

Till the  coming dawn.