A poem I wrote while back. I entered it in a contest on a forum and won. There is a lot of metaphorical language in this poem. Enjoy!
The wind whispers its gossip of the angry storm
With the harshest of howls
Or of its account of the hottest days
With the softest of whistles
But it won't speak of our humane sin:
We've absconded with each other's hearts
We're fugitives, you know
On the run from "you" and "me"
We threw love's dust in the eyes of you and me
And absconded, with fiery conviction, in the wake to become ''we''
The charges are endless:
We took time without its permission
We lied to the grand juries in our hearts,
The courts of conviction and passion,
Saying what we felt was not so
We stole each other hearts
We killed doubt on the point
When you and me became we
But no one knows besides us
And the wind won't testify in my favor or your's:
We're both fugitives
So set our sins to the wind
And let it gossip of the angriest of storms
And catcall the hottest of days
And know that it will never speak of our humane sins
I'll keep stealing me from me
If you keep stealing you from you
So we can always merge our stolen goods, evils
And remain ''we''
And if you ever feel the victim of this sin
This humane sin
I've stolen you as much as you've stolen me