On the Eve of the Storm

[Dark Muse]

On the Eve of the Storm

The wind is a breath
that stirs within my soul
while the rain touches
upon my skin, so
many fingers to caress.

Flushed against
the crest of winter
coming, new life
awakened upon stepping
out of the burning fires.

Adorned in this new skin
to walk unclad
into the storm and
feel flickering tongues
of power trace
pathways through me.

Before the altar
balanced between worlds
quaking on the edge
of life and death
harmony of oneness
vibrates through me.

[Sampson]

Wow, that last stanza is kinda resonant eh? You've chosen very rich words; I can really feel this poem. I especially like:

"balanced between worlds
quaking on the edge
of life and death"

That's a wonderful rhyme!

[Dark Muse]

Thank you

[MorpheusSandman]

I love, love, LOVE stanzas 2, 3, and 4 but the first seems way too cliched (wind is breath, stirs my soul, rain touching skin like caressing fingers, etc.). But those last 3 stanzas are just gorgeous!

[Dark Muse]

Thank you