The storm...In the end

It burns through everything
it clears out the mind
with violent flames
they burn yellow, red, blue.
They burn bright, luminous
illuminating complexity
cast out the difficulties
the flames,
they burn down everything.

Amidst the destruction
the soft, grey, black of the ash
fills the mind,
it consumes the air, polluting
the residue dark and dusty
suffocates, traps, clouds.

Eventually the dust settles
in tiny reflective particles
it floats down slowly
the rising sun
illuminates the wasteland
and the infinity of stars descend
down to the earth, come down
only to rise again.

© Utsa Seth, 2019