Thrust In The Centre Of The Storm All I Could See Was You

Serrated swathes of overwhelming savage gusts without compassion, directionless dilatory daydreamer that I am ostensibly vulnerable, to the serendipitous intrusion at a wispy sapphire cloud flaccid noon, the minimal load burdensome midpoint idle tranquil saunter, meteorological forecasts couched in plausible penetrating atmospheric vocabulary, nebulous references to malfunction and teetering patterns sooth mutual misgivings, imprudent though it might occur I had this innate irritating propensity, that head in the cirrus citric clouds this incumbent to anguish, that is recent bereavement was to be thunderstruck, as I had shed copious tearful tranches without curb, the abrupt departure of a romantic spirit so divinely sweet, attentive in such generous gallant mannerism fair, a delightful devoted peerless towering figure of a lady, whose palpitating admirable angelic float responder from, the one who by premonition and staunch endeavour would sense aches, as well as the acmes of unalloyed jocund nirvanas, I shuddered and wept at her entombment so harrowing, the dark grey sombre horizon tethering in clamant demeanour, an omen of bizarre things to come in future event, at this point I appeared to inhabit many torrid spots, and at this juncture I was now engulfed devoid of pity, several months post a gemstone partner’s elevation to elsewhere, twirling, swirling, cavorting, spinning, in the centre of the storm I had been thrust, and swept into beyond an inkling comprehensible, to mention the word startled would be a trivial polemic, in the eye shattering context of unfolding episode, now You manifesting before I could gasp or shriek, maybe scream from the depth of my lacerated lungs, figment frayed fantastic shoring up gremlins, imagery bent yet devilishly delineated as I flounder, musical raft a sonic battery charge broadcast, Your Appalachian Aura somewhat skewed angular focus, but I yearned to assume contact in defiance of science, discipline and constraining rule book seemed peculiar, escapist term that condescension in its blighted remit offered, such limit breaking frenzy a counter barrage, yet the prospect of reacquaintance with my moonlight angel, this turbulent encounter swamped by silver tint air shards, threatened raindrop menagerie rimming your persona, amidst the atmospheric bedlam my love oozed warmheartedness, was it within my province to somehow reciprocate, my frame a ravaged seamless clasp at visionary upsweep, noises emulate siren cacophony shatter wave upon wave, when rock debris imbued with dislocation distorted note stretch, You the lady manifesting from death resurrection madrigals mythical, in sheer stoic danger immunity resilient return of affirmative, blasts from eternal stratospheric bellow oblique derailed wanton, I would fearsomely indict with contemptuous determinant, where severed parachute skydivers reacquainted in such mind seismic event, passion now in rekindled ignition with hyperbole geometrical steric, honey phrase renewal between a couple as counterweight implausible, our fright induction desperate final gasp of affection, tree twig fragments sandwiched between somersault finger tips, barely inaudible screech drowned in dampened leaf surrogate, the ebbing figure, lady tilting vainly to script emotions that rivet, has been manipulated into nightmarish conjecture that aspires to a blissful dream, as I grapple with a lachrymose conflict instigated by a putative coffin