We sit and wait until something bends or breaks

Me and my emotions

We sit and wait until something bends or breaks 
Not a cloud in the sky until the well runs dry 
Then along comes a dark one
Full of bad vibes 
Growling and hissing 
Dragging relics of a tribe
Lost in time I sit with a jug 
Of whine 
Making rhyme from wasted energy 
I either am or I observe 
The trick of the language 
Is sometimes enough
To sway the trees into agreeing 
That things will eventually 
Not be what they are 
And we will find that what they were 
just totems of self serving wars
Waged in bad faith 
But still wars we own
Inside this home that we are
Clouds go by like emotions
Sometimes 
Low
Sometimes high 
The sky is the soul 
Love is a bowl 
We can fill it or dump it out 
Sing, dance, scream or shout 
We have only these moments to wonder about
Watch them float by
Like tubes on a River 
Giving to the giver 
To hold the arrows in the quiver 
Waiting for the monster or the leaves 
Leaves us bewildered 
Bejeweled 
This longing knows no bounds 
But we still try to tie it down and keep it inside 
So we always have that sweet taste in our mouths 
While we are waiting on the clouds