Express Myself- a collection of short poems

The blue mask

The great blue expanse called the sky,

is much more complicated 

then we could have imagined,

A mere mortal cannot experience these pulsing emotions,

that sometimes are just harrowing questions,

The thunder of Zeus, when at its peak,

With rain banging on the roofs of many,

is a declaration to never be meek,

It's letting out their sadness of centuries wide,

on the tumultuous seas.

Like the afternoon tide,

the sand collects its moments,  

and treasures it forever,

as the sky puts the sun in view,

making it a mask,

that can only be spotted by few