The river's water raising
as I dream of you lazing,
asleep in my arms
paddocks in the farm.
But the river's over-flowing
and bursts the dream glowing,
like the end life of helium balloons
snared trapped of a random raccoon.

I could only dream of your hands
softly touching my cheeks
warm, soft and ever so grand
but reality is so bleak.

And the storm arrives
finality of my life
as the thunder strikes
and destroys which creates....