The Fury Gone

Watching a show about something altogether different, this poem just sort of popped itself out of back of my cranium…

California Dreamin' - Sharpened Gates of China Town

The Fury Gone
by Michael Romani

She was nervous, afraid to ask it
About how the Triad wars
Had very nearly put him in a casket
He was the type unafraid to break down doors

He saw it simple and clean
She felt the streets wicked and mean
He replied, it was just how it was
She asked if he still does

He told her a sad little story
About friend of his who died for glory
Little fishes thinking they were swimming upstream
Only to be rudely awaken from their dreams

She cried as she held his hand
Desperately in love, he needed to understand
And he did; telling her those days were gone
The only struggle he wanted was the one both dreamed on

Some family heirlooms belong dead and buried
Like dark curses no longer carried
Gallant dreams are here to stay
And a love like this was the reason for his days

It was his heads up into their tomorrow
And he never wanted to cause her sorrow
He held her close as she cried awhile
And promised her peace with his soft smile

(c) October 21, 2018
by Michael Romani

Seattle 2079 -  Chinatown




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Writer, poet, musician, surfer, father of two princesses.
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