I feel
as though rays of light
are constantly
hitting me,
penetrating my soul
constantly beating me,
Sweetly
The winds are whipping up
Softly
getting stronger,
swaying me, pushing me
sweetly
There is a kind of tornado
Around my head
Whipping my hair
Into the air
And leaves in spinning energy
Invisible, but as strong
As a freight train
sweetly
I am twirling
My heart beating faster
Not sure how much
Longer I can keep
my feet
upon the  ground

The weather has gone crazy.
I am blinded
By the light
My heart is beating quickly
Light turns to darkness
And blackness turns to bright

And as the tornado begins
I am swept
Off my feet,
with no idea how
This came to be
And no desire
to retreat.
So, I say:
Bring it on, fair winds
Whip it up.
I am ready.
Inside, my heart
Beats in its
Fullest form
And I am ready
For a perfect
Storm