
thunder sounds like the past
why do I listen?
deep moans of the rumble
cause an aching below, one
I no longer yearn for,
but I do. Passion find me
determined, my plea.
thunder sounds like the past
why do I listen?
deep moans of the rumble
cause an aching below, one
I no longer yearn for,
but I do. Passion find me
determined, my plea.
the rumble returns
I hear him behind dark clouds
smell of Spring, joy of new
the impatient hail, patient sun
felt between lightening strikes,
twisting, changing, my view
as the wind calls out,
remember me.
I’d offer my heart, each beat,
for a moment of truth,
where feeling the security
of love
at its rawest, keeps me
invested, sure and confidant.
don’t tell me, show me
and I’ll wear love
on my skin, in my hair and
within my eyes once again.