Silver Tongue  

My eyes  
Translucent curtains  
That can no longer  
Conceal lightening  
 
My heart beats haste
As Thunder  
Circulating  
Shifts in weather  
 
I count baited breaths
Like ushering winds  
 
I bite my tongue  
Down to the silver  
 
Swallow the realization  
That a storm is coming  
 
For the clouds  
Kept within my mouth  
Will soon rain  
 
From it  
I shall surely drown  
Or  
Awaken