Women and the weather

My life's two changing constants

The once clear sky with all possibility
in it's endless azure view.
To fell winds Surrenders it's consoling
hope to yet another tempest.
The sun may once shined upon my face
but heavy rain now beats upon my back.
With the raging swells forever brooding
just beyond a forsaken shore.
Again the clouded black steals my sight
and these endless storms drown my truth.

It seems life and love are always changing.
With my own wholly taken by women and
the weather.