comme les anges

such as many people say
when blundering clouds loom overhead
blindly, lightening crashes down
and meek retreat fills every bone.
hope seems something far away.
i brought the storm.

as such brilliant blue skies darkened,
i was cursed to bear my weakness.
very quietly retreated
to the silence i'd created
pulled the clouds quite close about me:
solemn night would draw me in.
i named the storm.

such as tragic exultation
beats the broken down severely;
darkness rather close about-
i am the storm.

in such tranquil skies i see
denounced a fair and clearer shoreline:
running quick, i'll weigh the distance
should the darkness so compress me.
brilliant eyes, as blue as angels
pull the woolen clouds away,
i saw the storm.

such as beaten people ponder
of the ways which they have trodden
all about through moderation,
quickly fanning any flame
to make the darkness melt away--
the icy chill becoming tame--
to shiver gladly at love's name:
which calmed the storm.