Stormy Weather

this scene looks so dark and dreary

maybe I'm not seeing clearly

stormy weather doesn't last

ride it out it soon will pass

If

If I could only capture the stars that held the moon lit night, Wrap you up so tightly bathe you in their silver light. If only I could weave the magic to tame your aching soul, And tell you true these things you wish to know.

If I could only reach out tell you that I love you, It would not matter the big things only the little things that you do. If you only knew the way I feel each time I see you smile, And the deep void when I don't see you for a while.

Destined always to love souls forever entwined, No matter where I journey you invade my thoughts my mind. But no; though I wish, it doesn't mean it is meant to be, I love you. Smile for me again and set my heart to fly free

© Cynthia Clark

A walk in the Woods

Boom, I hear the sound of lighting that is flashing just above me

I must not dawdle on this trail, for danger waits, a storm’s a-brewing with Arctic winds blowing across this alpine lake

The sky is turning dark as I move along the mountain path; The Mountains that surround me are disappearing into the night

In the distance I see the light of safety the mountain lodge a waits me.

Just across the lake from me like a beacon it calls to me the lodge stick out in this wilderness, I must not hesitate to reach that place it just a mile or two until I’m in my warm dry room.

On the south end of this glacier lake as I’m walking fast I see some lonely rocks that lead to a quiet island that home to one lone tree which stand tall against the howling wind.

Boom goes the sound through the mountain pass as the light strikes that forlorn tree, God I pray don’t let it hit me

I’m almost there

Oh God, I pledge to thee, save my soul from this here trial and I will never wander

I’ll keep myself safe and sound talking with the bartender!

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This isn't real.

You're always fucking with me,

letting me think something exists

just to get my hopes up

CRUSHED.

Not this time.

Your promise that you'll

unlock the door

and set me free there

is a lie. You'll never let me

do anything but rot

and listen to your cruel laughter

through the grate.

Alaska Wilderness

Bright sun

low in the sky

allows wild game to seek

shelter from hungry men who want

their meat.

Snow moon

illuminates

dark, bleak December sky

letting weary, frozen hunters

trudge home.

In Earth....

There is beauty and grace in every storm we may find.

The lighting strikes, the thunder sounds, and cause the deer to endlessly bound.

The Earth itself, knows no bounds it knows not time, nor marks it.

She leaves that for mere mortals who wear watches, and hang up clocks to mark their time.

And every year add notches.

Fishing is Over

A beautiful site indeed

it fulfills many a need.

Seclusion and quiet

also helping my diet.

Those weeds over there

are making me stare.

Either trout or a bass

just waiting for my to cast.

but then I see the flash

so I make a mad dash

Back to my safety of my car

viewing the storm from afar.

getting struck by lightning

would certainly be bad.

Turning the fishing trip

into the worst I ever had.