Stormy
Weather.
It’s cold, and the wind is blowing
It whistles through the rigging in my mind
The white horses are gaily gallivanting
Stormy weather of a different kind
You appear in my mind like lightning
A scintillating flash gone in my dreams
You ride the crests from southern darkness
And adorn your face with attitudes and schemes
Your words drift by like a symphony
Quietness a crescendo then a lull
You spread your wings and I discover
You dip and wheel like a silver gull
Then you leave for the north in a whisper
And I wonder if I’ll see you again
I can hear your echoes resounding in the tunnel
You’re the southbound whistle on a northbound train
Stormy weather is a signpost for departure
Seaspray blinds my vision ahead
I’m walking and am still going backwards
My winged shoes are weighed down by silver lead
There’s interference at the major intersection
The lights are gone the road has disappeared
There’s an ominous empty feeling in my stomach
I’m gazing at a face I’ve always feared
Goodbye to the tried true and tested
Au revoir to the places I have known
See you later for the sins I have committed
Ahead of stormy weather, I am blown
©
David Rudder
2023
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