Storm

by Danyel Cervantes

 

The hopeful drizzle tours among the street

Whilst grasping onto a dream committed to its quest

Struggling to find a love with something it meets

Following the route of the street, avoiding the pest

 

The drizzle drowning in loneliness, starts to torrent

Rushing through the streets losing its inspiration

Without fuel the last glimmer of light is dormant

No hope left with only fading light and fiction

 

Yet somehow the sunlight peeks through the clouds

Love shan’t be searched for but is to be waited

The drizzle fades as it becomes free from bounds

As the sun meets with the clouds the drizzle is calmed

 

To search for real love is a wistful sin

Too wait for a flowing thriving love is to win

Jeffersonville High School, 2016