On The Present

Inner Recourse

Swift winds hammer the floundering curtains,
Howling, Blistering, Punishing.
Strong rains torrent the glistening pane,
Dampening, Thundering, Unnerving.

The winds are but a breeze,
the rains but a mist.
I will see through all these haze,
and think out of this daze.

Serene winds pamper the peaceful heart,
Cooing, Calming, Assuring.
Light rains caress the relaxed mind,
Seranading, Relaxing, Appreciating.

My heart is more than just a dream,
my mind more than just a scene.
I will feel through all this haze,
and think not in a daze.

1 August 2006