Soul-Storms

Beauty lies encrusted
In the eye of every storm,
Sequestered and entrusted
To each heart that watches o’er.

Storms rage captivated
In the soul of every being,
Unemancipated
Till our birth-wet wings might soar.

Summer storms are raging
In my soul this weighted night.
Through volumes here I’m paging
For the truth I thought I knew.

I’ll uproot the crystal beauty,
Unsung, yet all alight,
Alight with piercing mystery,
My soul-storms, silver blue.