Someone Else's Storm

June 16, 2003

My hands cover my eyes and the trembling stops.
For just one minute, I lean into the wind.
A call to come into the rain beckons me forward.
My body braces against the torrents and lashing wind.
As I lower my hands, the rain smacks me awake.
Tears mix with the rain, as I follow the call.
Shivering lightning bolts crack across the sky.
Shuddering thunder crashes around me, and beaks away.
The sky is dead black,
the ground is wet and slick,
and my thoughts slide
down from the clouds
and into my crying throat.
Scents of wet ground arouse in me a sorrow
that doesn't sleep when my body shuts down at night.
I follow the same trail to a timeless, beating heart.
The sweetness of this pain still lays claim to me.
The gray is reflected in your eyes as always.
The rain streams down your face so I should not see
that tears have been falling down the same wet streaks.
I think your cheeks should be touched, but I only stare.
My eyes record all that I see,
from a face that I always loved,
and dreamed so sweet
in long nights, alone
when I adored you too much.
I've made my way down to edge of my nightmares
for the sake of losing the nothingness inside me.
I've poured into the skies my hopes and desires
to listen to the thunder tell me, "No more, child."
I missed the days of blue sky summers and smiles.
Now, I find your storms and solitude ever at hand.
With the turn of your head, the look in your eyes
still pleads to me, "Your heart should shatter with mine."
The blackened sky above me
and your gray eyes before me
are the promise of such
a daring and consuming
fusion of the costly storms we bring.