Philosophical

Power is like a blue sky
Reaching without bounds
Until a stormy night arrives
Flashing in its fury to reveal
With lightning eerie clouds

See the many eyes of pride
Peeled back and humbled then
By the sheer size that is 
The vastness of its canopy
Thundering across the heavens

Tis neither for anger nor despair
But rather a curdling of feelings
We are brought forth to this place
Each one rendered unique in flavour
Forming this mosaic of experiences

But I am not defined by my thoughts
-I am the one who listens to them
Tis not for these electric emotions
But much rather how I chance upon them
For I am simply here to meet someone

I've come to encounter my creator
What is lacking can not be tallied
Thus, I savor each and every taste
In each moment, I steadfastly observe
To serve with resolute contemplation

A Myriad of Atmospheres