Air and wars

I sit here with raging thoughts of you as they tumble like grain in the hour glass. Time fades to this one place in life. In which all parts stand still. Cradling the hard earned love. The battle scars that still ravage my soul only awaken the resolve to make it passed all that can destroy me in a blink.

Just one moment where nothing means everything, I find myself laughing in the air as the night pulls darkness to hide my faults. Clearly all I can do is a praise of thanksgiving.

The small measure of some monumental tragedy.  The quake in my mind finds love in the turning of a tornado. So powerful but it is just air twisting. A motion that my eyes gather as force. Yet the heart feels a pounding adrenaline.

Sweet driftwood finds my sand. The shiver as they dry from salt water to beach stones. Mighty warriors, they were, to travel miles over decades.

And here I am just quivering under a blanket in the heat of a room. The turbulent thoughts ransack every fiber of my spirit and cause war to break out.

That of correctness and goodness. The failings of an imperfect mind, a flawed soul and a troubled heart. Still throughout the times I search for what gathers together,  binds me to this world.

I am in it yet I am only observing. Something strange in saying so but clearly the path of truth.