The sky was a soft washed out grey, on the day that I wrote this. The clouds tumbled in like waves upon the shore, and the wind had an almost silken quality to it. I knew the rain was coming long before I felt the first drops. My phone was cradled snugly in my hand as my eyes scanned the darkening skyline. Hunched over as the drops fell I roughly dictated the opening lines of this piece.
bits of crystal hopes and dreams dancing, falling through broken seams, liquid and flowing hidden behind your eyes yearning, desire as cold drops drip by take my hand and wash away the garish colors of the day into fields of amber grain the sky is purple 'gainst the rain walk with me and bare your soul and once again you'll become whole in these fields of truth and love as raindrops scatter from above feel the earth, the strong and true, the air you breath, that cradles you the water, cleansing, chills your skin the heat, the fire, burns within Standing here Beneath dark skies Take my hand And realize The ebb and flow Of power here Is of nature, life Of death and fear Brace yourself And wait the storm The night will end And you'll be warm Take my hand I won't let go When all is over, Then...you'll know... The answer that you seek.
I hadn’t written for a while, and then I was suddenly inspired to pen this. I think it’s a very powerful piece, and it’s one of my favorites. I find it very annoying when an artist tells someone what their piece is supposed to mean, as if there is only one way to interpret it. So, I will leave you with this as-is and let you interpret it as you find appropriate. If you wanted to leave a bit of a comment or tweet me @Zerthspirit and tell me what you think, you are most welcome.
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