I wrote this for you..

I wrote this for you..

A Poem by Clara Verde

So now I hear thunder.

 

It`s so far away, I can only imagine the world shaking beneath it.

 

It is a cool sound, leaving everything still and shallow below it.

 

It finds its way to every heart and holds on onto your bones.

 

And where thunder is, sadly there will always be clouds.

 

 

So now I hear thunder.

 

Its as strong as waves clashing to the shore.

 

It is a hard sound, leaving everything paralysed and stiff as stone.

 

It finds its way to the soul where it leaves a quiet roar.

 

It is a teacher to us all, no one ever knows what it is coming for.

 

 

 

I look at the sky where the stars are daring their last light.

 

They fade into darkness as the cool old wind arives.

 

I close my eyes and let myself sink into it forever.

 

The heart knows the winds are coming for it and it slowly follows.

 

Without hesitation, fearless it sings the songs of thousand warriors.

 

As I take the first steps, it makes me feel so sweet I lost sight of sorrows.

 

I suck in deeply the musk which almost destroyed all of my beliefes.

 

Where the old heavy door was, now is the open sea.

 

I open my eyes and look at the waves that fight for their right to be.

 

The colors are smashed into my face and made me wonder what they would mean to me.

 

 

What is it that makes it so hard to turn away?

What is it that says the words I never dared to say?

Why is the wind so strong and arrogant but somehow it makes me smile?

How can it be I don`t want it to turn around and hide?

 

I follow the voice of my inner sight,

it makes me confused and drunk by the words I can not define.

Why are you telling me to see the light inside?

There is the thunder you want me to go to, us clashing side by side?

 

All of what was known, now is taken by the clouds that hide what is there to see.

There is no loss, there is only the wind caressing my cheek.

I knew there was perfection but I never dared myself to really believe,

that what you seek will be as true as it could possibly be. 

Somehow it crossed my way in a story of a too hot day.

As I waved my sorrows and my dreams goodbye it held my hand to play.

I never knew how strong believes could call you telling you to walk,

that they could lead you to the one place on earth you ever wanted to be.

 

The sea grew tired of being smashed into endless fights,

It hugged the raindrops like a mother that sees a long lost child,

It sucked them in as fast as the sun ends the darkest nights,

she is too proud and way too strong to let herself give in to childish mights,

there is no game she did not play even if it seemed she was so mild,

she knew, the clouds rain would soon enough get off their kingly heights!

 

The clouds lowered humble, falling to their knees...

Lightly kissing their princess, seeing what she needs..

The mighty thunder pulled down by his sleeves (so he believes),

asked her politely what it was she would badly want to see?

 

The sea held her head high in response to the mighty beast,

the answer fell silent while she was looking to the golden east.

As the rain kept falling it opened the thunders eyes,

with a sweet deep laugh he let himself fall into the arms of his chosen wife.

 

© 2015 Clara Verde


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Clara Verde
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A beautiful tale Clara - interspersed with wonderful introspective moments that really carry the reader. I especially loved the rain being welcomed by the sea as long lost children - that was sublime.
The happy ending leaves the reader with a big 'ahhh' feeling. I like this a lot. Thanks for sharing. :)


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Clara Verde
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