Thus it begins
a flickering candle by the pane
Moist drops on the same
Clouds ******* dressed in white
scurry on by

Your pale face on the pillow
as asleep you are
As candlelight races up and down
the peaceful lips you impart

Low rumbles tell me not far
The flash tells me to prepare
And a sudden gust moves the trees
like Swan Lake in green

You stir not nor respond
You continue to slumber on

The clouds have enmeshed
in wind , rain and light
Thunder barks  and growls
Trees bow to their might

Still you drift on in another world
I am trapped by storm
WhIle you fly by free
in peace that's unadorn