The Storm

The Storm
by John Trent

Steady breezes, the clouds are full
Downward the raindrops glide
Change impending, the tempest awakes
Two souls, one heart, collide

Anger erupts tears begin to fall
Aching, hearts break and die
Change inevitable as love’s zenith reached
Two hearts, two souls, untie

Silence the room separate they sit
Questioning sweet love’s pretend
Change complete as distant thunder sounds
Two souls, one heart, must end