identity

A tumultuous serenity

A quiet surface

A chilled air

Low visibility, yet serene

Cold but still

Frozen yet calm

Underneath, a raging beast that wishes to show its face

The call of the wild issues its dare

Therein awaits a green, mean sheen

A bubbling fiery hill

And there is no balm

For it is a tumultous serenity

Whose balance must be kept

1 reply »

I welcome your thoughts

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s