frightened I stand alone.
The night closes in,
the storm’s fierce winds whipping
my face with wet hair.
The thunder rumbles,
chasing its lover lightning across the sky
giving me chills as it vibrates
the ground I stand upon.
Even as I am afraid,
I long for a lover as fierce as the thunder,
dark as the night that swallows me whole
I want a lover that both frightens and intrigues me
but the only lover I have is the night.
I bide my time until my own lover,
one of flesh and blood,
powerful and mysterious,
comes for me.
Then even as the storm clouds roll away
then will I be carried away
by my own lover.
324 The Storm [02 July 2000]