08-23-2013, 03:21 AM
Edited Version:
-Stormfront-
From the distant crease where waves meet skies,
great shadowed, phantom mountains rise.
Grey, smoky roots stretch out their veins
in tendrilled clouds that bring the rains.
Their summits are crowned with runaway light,
the last memory of a sun lost to sight
behind the thick veil of this oncoming storm:
transient beast of impermanent form.
Dark passions run out rushing over the sea,
merging, downpouring, rejoining; set free.
Once terrible stormclouds I now hear rejoice,
the wind, rain, and thunder all lend them their voice.
Raindrops meet ocean, absorbed by their source.
Amazed, I watch nature recycle her course.
Original Version:
-Stormfront-
From the distant line where seas meet skies,
great shadowed, phantom mountains rise.
Their smoky roots stretch out their veins
in tendrilled clouds that bring the rains.
Their summits are crowned with rays of light,
the last memory of a sun lost to sight
behind the thick veil of this oncoming storm:
transient beast of impermanent form.
Yes, the mountains are moving into the sea,
merging, downpouring, rejoining; set free.
Once terrible stormclouds I now hear rejoice,
the wind, rain, and thunder all lend them their voice.
Raindrops meet ocean, absorbed in their source.
Amazed, I watch nature recycle her course.
-Stormfront-
From the distant crease where waves meet skies,
great shadowed, phantom mountains rise.
Grey, smoky roots stretch out their veins
in tendrilled clouds that bring the rains.
Their summits are crowned with runaway light,
the last memory of a sun lost to sight
behind the thick veil of this oncoming storm:
transient beast of impermanent form.
Dark passions run out rushing over the sea,
merging, downpouring, rejoining; set free.
Once terrible stormclouds I now hear rejoice,
the wind, rain, and thunder all lend them their voice.
Raindrops meet ocean, absorbed by their source.
Amazed, I watch nature recycle her course.
Original Version:
-Stormfront-
From the distant line where seas meet skies,
great shadowed, phantom mountains rise.
Their smoky roots stretch out their veins
in tendrilled clouds that bring the rains.
Their summits are crowned with rays of light,
the last memory of a sun lost to sight
behind the thick veil of this oncoming storm:
transient beast of impermanent form.
Yes, the mountains are moving into the sea,
merging, downpouring, rejoining; set free.
Once terrible stormclouds I now hear rejoice,
the wind, rain, and thunder all lend them their voice.
Raindrops meet ocean, absorbed in their source.
Amazed, I watch nature recycle her course.