Storm

5/22/10
written in the car back from Clear Creek, Utah... inspired by Scotland-esque mists and rain.

there's a storm in your eyes
it's asking questions of your soul,
but you forget the answers that you know
they are sitting in your heart

somnabulatory
you turn to ask the world
and bury trust and love for yourself in your work
oh, but all that unconscious effort will be in vain.

that storm will wash the topsoil away
and then that raging storm will calm
mist and mud will give way
and all that searching will yield peace and sun

when you blink away the sleep to brightness and your eyes adjust
there will be so much more to view
a stronger faith and trust