Living Storms

Kings and queens of our time
Princes of the universe
And princesses as regal as stars
We were all of these and more

And we were nothing
Specks and dust wiped aside
At a whim of a mercurial child

We were halves, short of a whole
And yet everything we ever wanted to be

Because when the sun kissed our cheeks
And the moon lit up our eyes
We were chosen
Chosen to live this way
Either in pain, or in joy
But chosen to live nonetheless

What are we if not storms
Turbulent and ever-changing
Destined for some unknown end
But alive! Alive!

We are nothing
And yet we are everything

M.M. — 15-Jul-2016