Black ink and sunbeams poetry

Red-sky,
falling, the
thunder-clap flashing
heralds the storm

Hazel-eye,
walking,
you, coming into yourself
have yet to fully comprehend
the tempestuous
nature of your quicksilver
soul

dust-spoken,
stuttering,
those secrets of
the heart,
whispering,
gather once again,
beneath the raindrops
beneath the eave