Tempest

Over the Atlantic Ocean emerges a preliminary wind that cyclically and erratically builds to an unpredictable force squalling with emotional cataclysm.
And without warning causing an upheaval leaving behind the wreckage of love.
One by one minds are ravaged and left undone.
Their names travel with him like houses torn from their foundations of all they knew and as he dies down they fall in memoriam only for him to rise again like a ghost.
But due to his nature the tempest spectre could never truly touch them.
Because he is too strong and raging alone he is always moving on trapped as the storm globe is shaken once more.
The pressure of unstoppable channeled passion builds up allegro and with a shout the tempest cries out “if only someone could measure my worth and ground me on the earth so that even this force could settle”.
And with that cry a storm chaser arrives having seen him build in the distance.
Knowing that while he is untamable he is eminently savable.  

Written by SonofHowarth
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(From the collection “The Heart Of The Storm”)