After the storm
A strange and unaccustomed silence reigns.
But in that dreadful quiet
Something is learned,
When love is burned
Only ashes remain.
I remember how it shone
How it warmed me.
I know where I came from,
I know what I became.
The future,
Not given for man to know.
All this self reflection
Easily leads to introspection
Where the mind becomes a prison.
And the pattern of a thousand thoughts
Get caught
In an endless loop.