A Confession in Tanka

~ Exhilarating,That time, when I stabbed the sky,The world slept in peace,The horizon bled to dawn,And I killed, sleeplessly, the night. ~

Dead storms.

The storm is all dead, Instantaneously gone, Shattered by the winds: Broken glass in lucid hands, capturing sun rays alone. ~ for storms will come, and storms will go, but you will make the sun shine bright on yourself with the very things that your storms will break…