Anguish, the Dominance

   I cry out from the mountaintop
   and it echoes in the empty valleys
   rolling up and down the gentle hills
   weaving among the trees, mourning
   and finally splashing upon the water
   glistening in light, drowning in pain

   Head hung low in misery I fly upwards
   my eyes blinded to the beauty there
   by the tears flooding the earth below
   as I enter the roiling clouds swiftly
   the lightning spearing my hide, a knife
   who's dull blade I can not even feel

   And when I can stand it no longer
   when I am consumed in utter misery
   I look out through eyes tear blinded
   for an oasis in this desert of storms
   a place to wrap about me in comfort
   as a salve upon my bleeding soul

   And I see a shining vision, piercing
   through the darkness and the pain
   A green growth of laughter and joy
   upon this field of bleeding desolation
   I fly as one who has no hope, trusting
   my sight is not illusionary, but sane

   And you are there...surrounding me
   with colours of wisdom and strength
   enfusing my soul with your courage
   stiffening my resolve to survive proudly
   and begin anew in this, my home...
   the Dominance