Amidst the Storm

The skies were overcast with a somber grey canvas,

Stretched as far as the eye could see.

The soft pattering drops of clear liquid glass

Fell like weeping tears of the sea.

A pouring curtain amidst ebony mystery

Of spaces barely known

A trail to the heart of misery

A way never shown.

He was standing there, alone she saw,

Hearing a haunting call

The answer, unwitnessed, and raw

Reflected in the eyes of all.

The hooded coat, a shadow’s guise

Did not take her by surprise

She asked why he watched with downcast eyes

“It’s alright, don’t worry, I’m fine.” He lies.

She knew his pain, for in his eyes

She saw her own, the ashen blight

Lit by the sunless skies

The battlefield, an untold fight.

Her gentle word, a flickering brand

Leading away from the night

The quiet glance, a guiding hand

His path of purest starlight.

Together they walked, far away they went,

Away from the shadowed storm

The clouds gave way, the darkness spent

The canvas rent and torn.

~ Jay ❄️