The perfect storm

I am a footprint in your heart,
A stain upon your soul.
Sometimes you speak of me,
Others you just dont know.
I'm the breeze in yesterday,
And the sun in tomorrow.
Time is yet a compass,
I dont regret to borrow.
Sometimes I'm the rain,
Sometimes I'm the snow.
Others I'm a mixed reaction,
Of chaotic feelings unknown.
I can be the blooming flowers,
With such sweet smells all around.
Or the cold hard frost,
You see upon the ground.
There is no way I'm perfect,
If you use a gazers stare.
For I'm every season you see,
I'm everywhere.
There isnt anything I miss,
Nor a season wrong or right.
I'm in every flower,
Every gaze upon the night,
The stars in the sky,
The moon way up high.
But also the thunder ,
Deep within the skys.
I'm a season reborn,
A gaze up the storm.
A perfect entity,
A beautiful ending.
I am the tornado in a field,
I am a rainbow up above.
I am the dew on a foggy morning,
I am a perfect storm.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, Hippy...we can be so many things, can't we.
Nice write and ride...and the short, sharp lines create such a perfect beat to this perfect storm...
it's got kick to it...really like the yesterday and tomorrow lines the best.
j.

[Chris Shaw]

You took me to many places and evoked many different feelings. Keep writing.

Chris