He is the intense thunderstorm after a blustery, windy, humid day
Unexpected but sudden and simultaneous...
He always takes my breath away.
I’m the shy, calm after the storm.
Peaceful and mellow waiting for the day to be reborn,
He meets me halfway at dawn, giving me sweet kisses and goodbyes...
I long for him to stay but the stars in his eyes tell me otherwise.
My rays radiate through his gentle touch, knowing that this blustery weather may not be enough
To soothe his tired brow.
But all the while, he tries and in doing so pries away my anxiety and worry.
They all dissipate slowly and softly like the morning mist.
But his presence is gone back into the oblivion of stormy skies and callus winds
He restrains letting his anger and fury into the world.
He only ever wanted to save the girl who blew him away like a dandelion seed on
A sun-dappled summer day.
I nestled beside his stormy ways knowing I have the same hurricane raging inside of me.
The most incredible things in this world are neither easy nor free...
Lost sailors in the gleam of night...
I hope he’s safe and content at the first morning light.
