The Legend of the Stormweaver

One morning in a temp'ry home

I lit aflame some letters two

In mourning of a burnt out poem

A love story now surely through

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Above it rained, and so below

For on this fateful day I poured

My heart into a cup aglow

With anger, hurt and pain I stored

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All up inside my mind, in time

I've come to see what must be said

Be it through curse or worse through rhyme

I must pronounce what once was, dead

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These notions filling up my head

Of weather of two different kinds

Connected yet, but by a thread

A spiderweb between our minds

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'But prolly not', is what we say

And so we go our separate ways

If only we had known our day

Was 'bout to cast its morning rays

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And 'lluminate our parallel

The twin structures in which we dwell

The universe as man writ well

The notion that 'I' is our shell

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The orbits of both man and moon

Are governed by that selfsame tune

The ocean sand makes up the dune

That spans across the desert strewn

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With relics of an age since past

Before we reached this old impasse

The questions that the ancients asked

The need to find the looking glass

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To want to conjure up a storm

And weave one's way into the eye

And from that space to so transform

The chaos to a golden sky

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The rising sun, a new day born

It's hope that shines, and love I spy

To to-morrow my soul is sworn

I see it all from this new high

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And as I come back down to earth

I see the signs and what they're worth

I know they'll show me where to go

They'll guide me through each ev'ry birth

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The storm still calls out to my soul

It will not stop until I'm whole

The rain, it pours; the world, it snores

As I'm absorbed within my scroll

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I hope you enjoyed this poem :) This was a prelude to an essay that I wrote for the Medium Writer's Challenge called Stormweaver. If you found the content of this poem resonant or intriguing, then I encourage you to check out the full essay here. Have a great day!