The Clouds Are Silent
25 July 2010
No thunderous storm now awaits me with you
No lightning flash of anger
The sky above is such a perfect blue
Even after strange events, this is stranger
Oddity started it all
Her beauty and grace
Yes, made us feel small
Put us in our place
The mute and the one to give him a voice
She wished she had him as a beau
She let him speak, didn’t give him a choice
She wished she had him, didn’t give a clue
It's Never Just Words 
This poem easily gives me a mental pictures of the sky clearing out after a downpour, but quickly changes to someone wanting someone she can’t have. Bravo!
~ Heather Paye