Six Years Strong

I fear nothing.

But that is, of course, a lie.

I feel nothing.

And that, too, is far from the truth.

I am fond of nothing.

But then, there's always been you.

How long shall I keep waiting 

for the moment when you open your eyes

and see me?

Storm

Brisk peals of laughter from the skies,
   Followed by illumination.
Down comes the tears form the overjoyed clouds,
    The ones we often mistake for unhappy and dark.
   Come clean this earth
      Take away the pain that has been spread.
Wake us all from our soundless dreaming
    To the voices of chiming crystal puddles
        Make peace with the yearning sprouts of spring.
Wake me from my dream.

Wake me from my immortality.