Haven
so much i want to say,
but silence swells, black
as midsummer
clouds, stacked upon hills
between us. my heart
rumbles, heavy with thunder
i cannot give voice to.
but alone in this place,
i let my word rage
in relentless downpour
against the pages, a rain
of what was, what
is, what yet may come,
and when at last
the storm recedes,
i find in its amber
wake stories left behind---
dreams set adrift, here
in my paper harbor.
by: Ellen Hopkins
but silence swells, black
as midsummer
clouds, stacked upon hills
between us. my heart
rumbles, heavy with thunder
i cannot give voice to.
but alone in this place,
i let my word rage
in relentless downpour
against the pages, a rain
of what was, what
is, what yet may come,
and when at last
the storm recedes,
i find in its amber
wake stories left behind---
dreams set adrift, here
in my paper harbor.
by: Ellen Hopkins