Yamasaki Raiu

With timid eyes,

Murmured a blind groan,

Drunk, a voice wept,

Sight grew, slumbering were the echoes seen from afar,

A light flashed from the clouds,

Torn were the cracks that ripped the clouds apart,

Beneath the sky lingered her eye,

Vacancy of the paradox of dreams,

The thunders lisp could be heard frolicking,

Monuments her look gave,

The lady blushed,

In sleep she could be seen walking towards the sky,

Again her lips blushed,

The thunder laid its palm on the lightning as it scorched above, 

Dark hues stained the sky,

Again it struck,

Leaving a splinter across the sky,

The wind whispered heavily,

Stretching, 

Our eyes eclipsed the breeze, 

The suns brim could no longer be seen,

A tide of clouds clashed against nothingness,

Notching itself against the hallways of sky as beads of rain began to swell,

With timid eyes they blew,

The wind began to pick up,

Sound rippled as the water behind her eyes started to pour,

Pour they did as the thunders lisp could be heard,

Sympathizing with echoless cries,

Sounds that came & left,

Lightning found it's thunders touch, for a mere second seemed a lifetime cursed,

Without its touch,

As it echoed without sound,

The clouds enveloped in itself,

A stillness engulfed both fatigue & tenderness