Light across the cloud
The eye of God looking down
Changed when it meets me
Chaos Tamer
Light across the cloud
The eye of God looking down
Changed when it meets me
High clouds greet the morn
Birds call, seemingly calmer
More subdued, perhaps
Sound absorbed by clouds
Gray skies soothe me, though
Relieved of garish sunlight
Clouds delight me so
Tranquility flowing forth
Dew drops glistening
Strange sunlight drifts downward
Forcing it’s way through clouds
Blurring, blunting the force
Yet the strength remains.
Burning, passionately,
Reddening that which it
Desires. Gentle appearance
Hiding so much destruction.