Photograph

A photograph
tattered and torn
like the edges of our emotions
raw
frayed
quivers in my trembling hands

A moment captured
caught off guard
a hunted animal
suspicious eyes stare back
undercurrent of distrust
seized by the camera

I look at your wary eyes
look for a sign of forewarning
a sign the storm may be abating

I look in your deep blue eyes
bottomless depths of complexity
Swirling thoughts eddy
a sob escapes
as I fall into a vortex of unnamed feelings

Surfacing, I look into your steel blue eyes
resolve weakening
I have received a sign
but I no longer remember its importance

I am skeptical
mistrust has found a home
in my heart too

Another pair of doubtful eyes
to be snared by a camera

Storm Brewing

A storm is brewing
dark clouds swirl
eddies in the sky
roiling whirlpools
Thunder rumbles
ominous portent of danger

Morgan and Michael stand on a hilltop
Morgan’s long hair billows
her face a picture of steely determination
Michael stands tall beside her
resolve on his face unmistakable
his sword tip down to the ground
hand on hilt
battle ready
the blade flashes and gleams
reflecting lightening energy flashes

Their presence calms
those who have heard
the enemy horn
call to war