The Storm
Lightening flashes
and thunder crashes,
Rains flow
and winds blow.
The Storm is upon me
and I’m caught unprepared.
Such thoughts I’m thinking
and feelings I’m feeling –
as never before.
Till now the Calm has been serene
with most days placid
and uninteresting.
With great power The Storm
comes over me,
exerting its force,
wanting me to yield to it.
But, I cannot, must not
not yet, not now.
I must control the storm
of passion and longing
you have stirred up inside me.
Otherwise,
the Rains will drown me,
the Winds will tear me apart,
and everything I need to give
to you
and hope to receive
from you
will be lost forever.
I’ll resist this storm
as long as I am able
or until you are able
to meet me
in the eye of the hurricane.
Once there, we may both
rejoice in the peaceful silence
of the calm
or anytime we feel
the need,
we can experience the fury
and unending passion
born of Love.
6/25/86
Copyright © Michael Todd | Year Posted 2011
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