In the storm,
Of the night,
I miss you.
As the softly laid raindrops,
Tell their sorrowful secret stories,
In them I know loneliness.
My heart full to bursting,
With rolling pain from the sky,
A deep throaty misgiving,
Shuddering through the soul.
In the lightning,
I know power,
The power of despair,
Darkness, a night,
Illuminated by a flash of insight.
Hold me,
And the rain has no secrets,
It is only a refreshment,
Of the day.
Touch me,
And misgivings are no longer,
Given a voice,
It is merely the beating of our hearts.
Love me,
And my nights are illuminated,
So that it seems the sun,
Despairs the day,
And frolics beside his sister.
In the storm of the night,
I am safe,
Held within you.


Comments: 6
I love the phrase "storm of the night." Beautiful poem.