The Premonition

Storm to form or clouds a-lifting
thoughts are drifting on the tide
the ending of an era
or the dawn of hope to rise
Minds confined to younger times
when our horizon's filled
with wonders in the drifting clouds
and truths not yet revealed
Yet in the years to follow
swallowed deep and tucked away
eyes that peer to yesteryear
with wonderment display
To look into the coming storm
with thoughts on drifting tides
the ending of an era
or the dawn of hope to rise