Creative writing – Page 26 – A (wise) man of two faces

Updraft

The breeze feels so good,
blowing swarthy ocean air
across my parched heart.

The storm rages
like an angry god;
drops of Jupiter
hammering the world.

New gods lie
in temples and churches.
Old gods dwell
in the heart of the storm.

They rage
and break upon the world.
They roar
and the very sky trembles.

They rage and roar
and laugh and cry
and bridge the gap
between man and storm.

Each and every day,
I do the exact same thing,
chuckling softly.

Feeling
this sensation,
soft, warm, and prickling…
I wonder if this is what love
feels like…

Graceful in the dark;
I cannot see your face, but
I can see you dance.

Seasons come and go,
April showers make way for
returning flowers.

Whispers
break the silence,
but the pause that follows
leaves me straining into the dark,
searching.

Restless energy,
desperate for an outlet,
no matter the cost.

The courtship dance,
enchant, entrance –
put your best foot first,
hide your worst,
and you may have a chance.

The joy of children:
filled with boundless energy
until it’s nap time.