Storm

You and I
Are like a storm
The ones you dance in
Grey clouds
In a yellow outline
No escaping the bright

A new thought
Of thunder's cry
As a song, not a warning sign
Two streams
Twist and breathe
Swallowing
Blue is all I see

You and I
Are in a downpour
The ones you weather
It permeates the green
Blossoming plies

A new thought
Storm's a bog
There's growth beneath parted fog
Don't dive too deep
Ground-level is all I see

Never felt something stronger than that
Never fеlt something stronger than that