Past Storms


Your eyes were fragile, so sad

regrets bathed your temples in dreams you once had.

You built a life, it seemed the right path to tread

but hollow howls echo down the halls you were led

(halls that so many were led).


Storms hold a tragic romance

but past turmoil's clouds waits wild starry expanse.

Dad, there is such a goodness in you

my voice rings 'cause you gave us heartsongs so true.


So come on, let your voice rise

your inner dimensions still yearn to surprise you

to show you the radiance inside!