Storms are enlightening to some.
I distrust the peace they bring to those unsuspecting.
Most will sleep like there's no tomorrow, enjoying the power displayed.
I stay awake ready at a moment’s notice for action.
My slumber comes after the storm has passed and retreats to gain strength for yet another day.
I am the defender of what remains to be identified.

Our connection is like a storm rhythmic in nature as if we are one.
A vision of the push and pull and simultaneous dance I imagine and then reality sets in.
My visions created from a fantasy that will never be realized.
I may only appreciate your hunger and thirst from afar, your spontaneity and a body pushed to its limits.
Up close you would see how I am truly just, and only, exhausted.
I am a dreamer meant, perhaps, to dream alone as I have lost my edge in the storm.


3/21/2012