the storm

By: ernest reed wale

A storm blew in a angry mist
across an angry sea,
it transformed to a raging mist
that transforms you and me.

You fly high in deep blue skies
with wings and angel hair,
and I don't have the wherewithal
to get from here to there.

God set our clocks at different times,
so never can we be.
But when we die our souls will merge
through all eternity.