A Storm's Tears
I ask to leave, as she has come home mad.
She refuses and forces me to stay.
I want to escape, away from her.
She calms and reassures me I'm better where I am.
I still want to leave, wanting her to relax fully.
She screams and shouts towards me.
I sit still in my silent room, listening.
She has the most beautiful voice.
I always hear the riddles about getting away from her.
But she only cries harder when I speak of them.
I pray she'll soothe me.
She does and promises to keep her temper.
I sleep to her music.
She runs soft, shaking hands through my tangled hair.
In the next morning, she is gone.
She has, however, left her painting of crystals behind.
I am watched over by someone much more beautiful.
She sends me messages of a sworn return.
I love when she's calm.
She sends a chilling reassurance down my spine.
I am beyond ready to see her again.
To feel her by me,
As my lullaby from a darker place.