Storming clouds, take my hand.
Rushing river, sweep away my sigh.
Falling trees, help me stand.
Rolling thunder, hear my cry.
Secrets only the dying sun knows,
Make my spirit just as dark as the sky.
Burning sunshine, or freezing snows,
Rolling thunder, hear my cry.
~L. Gould
~L. Gould
apparently her stuff is being 'archived' on poetry.com, and is not released to the public. i'm not completely sure what that means, so i'm posting it here regardless. if there's a problem, tell me.'