Reason Most Cry...

The clouds wrestle with the rain
Understanding the thunder will never be tamed.
The colors are dashed with smoky light
Torn apart, Thrashed all night.
The sea lies calm,
With a mist lying low,
Swirling with thoughts
Haunted by show.

The whispers are hushed
To a distant sound
That rolls over waves,
Like howls over grounds.

They tell a story
That haunts the stars
And they cradle the moon
To hide desperate scars.

It may be over
And I may appear lost,
But I know where I am,
Illusion is thought.

This may be the end
And I can’t see in the dark
But I hear the old tales
Thrown in their barks.
I know what the wind
Tells people like me,
Standing still,
Like distant trees,
We taste the spirits,
Who wander in dark,
Yet only goose bumps know what I talk about.

The chill up our spine is the hymn that they sing
That travels with doves,
That the bells slowly ding,

So when rain takes on clouds
Up in the sky,
You can see the moons shadow,
Through the corner of eye,
I think im lost,
But I can hear them say why,
I take comfort in the thing,
That is the reason most cry.

This is open ended. I had something in mind when I wrote it, however take it, apply it to you and run with it. Votes and comments and welcomed. I would be very greatful!! thanks.