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Storms

A strong wind from the east,
Is an uneasy ally,
As it fills my sails tonight.
The stars reassure my doubts,
As I sail into the unknown.
Adventure is my birthright.

And yet I see the next,
Continent of clouds
approach from the north,
like a premonition,
Threatening the night
Stealing dreams in flight.

The wind comes from everywhere now.
It is playing a game with me.
It lifts me up to beat me down,
But there is no safety on the ground.
The lightning strikes, the rain pours.
My mind swims, my heart sinks.

It is an unusual feeling,
How little the rain affects,
Those who are already wet.
Soaked to the soul, I become,
A part of the storm,
Wearing the Ocean on my skin

The coastline of clouds recedes
As the dark of night's ocean
Claims it's right to the sky
Leaving behind wispy trails,
Of Cotton fluff, rebellious islands
Reminders of the Beauty and fury......
.......of storms

Sherry Gardner

thank you, sherry.. a beautiful image and poem!...


how do you get the text that big, btw? it must be a code thing... i love the colors ...

This is wonderful, Sherry

and welcome to StudioEight

this is going to be good

quality counts and this is a great way to get started

Interesting images and comparisons here. Keep on writing and I'll try to keep on reading. jim