The Storm

Liquid pearls drifting slowly
Then quickly down the pane
Bringing back, then taking away
Memories of the insane

Oak fingers tapping at the glass
First sleep is kept away
Then hypnotized imagined rest
Wishing love could stay

Flashes of light disturb the night
Piercing black with pure white
Blindness comfort
Taken away by sight

I close my eyes
Your image takes form
And once again
Helps me weather -- The Storm

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