Nothing That I Know

As feelings start to grow,
There's nothing that I know,
I just write the flow,
It's the only way to show,

What else is there to find?
Like a clock without the wind,
The breeze without a chime,
Nothing moving in the mind,

Can't figure where to start,
Only feelings in the heart,
The storm washes him apart,
Into a messy work of art,

As the feelings overflow,
There's nothing that I know,
Overwhelming storms of snow,
Freeze time and all that go.

R.S 08/04