The Storm
The rain slowly but steadily on the windowsill.It seems as if time for this particular moment stands still.
I have opened every window and door indeed,
And my soul itself has started to breathe.
Low rumbles of thunder in the distance i hear
I stand motionless the reason unclear.
Lightning flashes,the world stops,I'm transported away
Lightning flashes,i blink,different scene,different day
In our home here I am, the same thunderstorm rages
This moment it seems as if someone turned back the pages
I turn taking it in, the most beautiful view
I'm overcome by emotion, that's when i see you
Standing on the balcony, face tilted to the sky
your hair waving in the breeze as the wind blows by
You reach and touch my face,your hands are so warm
I hug you,we stand there a part of the storm
So vivid this instance, overwhelming my mind
I soak it in addicted to a drug I cant find
Then thunder roars and I'm ripped through time and space
Thunder roars,here i am, present time, present place
The heat from your body still warm on my soul
Dissipating slowly like the passing thunder roll
i wondered whether it was right to just fall
Better to have loved and been broken then to have not loved at all
So now I move on, not by choice but by will
As the rain slowly splatters on my windowsill
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