Calming Storm Poem by cecil hickman

To the top of the hill, I climbed so fast.
To see if my eyes, could reveal the past,
Before the rage, the silence overridden,
Out of the gilded cage, I am forbidden.
To see tortoise; beat the hare in race,
Is like a 4-wheel pickup in space.
Out of the fire, jump back in the pan.
You are spryer now; just kick the can.
Take all my money and leave me with love.
Each will be happier with Angels above.
Star falling, star falling, down so very fast.
Take heart of my wish, so our love will last.
What storm; takes away my loves heart?
Tracing calming passion, we grow apart.