Vissions In a Summer Storm
I watch the storm as it rages on
And see the visions of a love gone
With every drop, splash and splatter
I hear the sound of her gentle laughter
Slipping and sliding down the window pane
The rain paints the pictures that bring
Painful memories with bittersweet joy
Of a young girl and unknowing boy
Howling winds filled with voices
Screaming out the wrong choices
As the glass fogs with warm mist
It fills with images of her I miss
I can see her porcelain face
And her dress of white lace
With every strike of lighting
I envision her for the taking
But these are but a mirage
Something it crudely did forge
To bring about miserable longing
Only to leave at the storms ending
Copyright © Toshia Hall | Year Posted 2012
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