Stormy Night

15 May 2017

I think of you like a storm remembered—a marker in my life
Stalking my dreams and my memories like a phantom
Your neck a young brown sapling dancing in the wind
The wind-tossed fury of your hair
Your laughter, the swollen burst of flowing streams
Your smile, the silver lining of a dark day.
Still, my heart thunders with your name
Your face flashes in my mind, your body extended
like a branch of light in the bleakness of my life.
You for whom my heart yearns
Like a warm blanket under stormy skies,
You for whom I sigh myself to sleep
at night beneath the sheets
And when the storm clouds burst
You for whom I weep.

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