See the wrinkles in the clouds
they loom over your head
and wait
under waves of thunder
to be said
once, out loud

All this turmoil
built inside year after year
melts
when anger boils
and regrets
wash in a storm of tears

The force in the wind
caresses your heart
in strokes
so you forget your sins,
the promises you broke
to give yourself a new start

See the wrinkles in your face
how they soothe your soul
a shade on old misdeeds
unlaced
for every story to be told
in your love freed

Copyright ©2005 Johanne Farmer