When your’re out in a Storm
When the weather closes in around you
And the ferocious winds turn against you
When the rain falls likes bullets to hurt you
And thunder deafens like cruel words
Along with its lightning continuously trying to shock you
I will be there
Your hand in mine
To help you to shelter
Find the calmness after every storm
I’m the relief in the burst of sudden sun rays
The bandage for all your wounds
Il silence the thunder into peace and birdsong
I am the earth that absorbs the lightning
I will hold you tight
I will see you right
I long for your caress
As my iced heart now positively thaws for you
I crave for your touch
As the hairs on my skin
Knowingly Awaken for you
I pine for your kiss
As the ghost of your lips
Search, as mine do for you
I yearn for your words
As my heart throbs a new beat in rhythm for you
I ache for your embrace
As my body resets to be completely and only for you
I hunger for your companionship
As my mind that wandered
Now has direction straight to you
And I desire your passion for me
As I wait ever so patiently to be with you
Amongst the trees of see
Of you and me
Breathing with ancestors hearts
And forever bathed in light of a perpetual dusk
As life sets in your eyes
with occasional death on your mind
And nothing but love on your lips
You make me see
Through the sea of trees
When you wake you’re still in a dream, he said to himself.
That was way way back, one early morning,
when only the night remained,
and all daytime was stuck in his dreams of his life awake.
A piercing, white blizzard had arrived, and everything familiar had all but vanished.
That’s all Joel had noticed in 3 seconds of eye-lash laden observation, shortly before his body yanked him backwards; his deadweight dropping him to a soft land.
It seemed for a while yet, he should remain foetal.
And you walked in
Like you owned not the place
But the place that you’re in
And you sailed through
Like your heart pumped the waves
When the waves needed you
Im not so sure
On these stories told
When you think you know more
And want less
As you grow old
The bizarre kettle-shaped spaceship, suddenly turns off its powerful engine of raging bubbles. Now, both young boys listen intensly, to the slow, muted, thud of footsteps… from the creepy bottom step… to the agonisingly close and creaky top step of the stairs.
But it’s soon after those footsteps stop, after the deathly silence they create, when something that sounds as light as a balloon, and travelling in the unnatural breeze of the night; bumps innocently light, then mysteriously heavier (again and again) onto the exposed floorboards of the landing.
Luke (the younger ) suddenly remembers that in the most recent past, he had found ‘the landing’ very confusing, because nothing that he was aware of… until now, had ever landed there.
“Did you realise Deidre, that gin is little more than vodka with added flavours?” said Lars.
(He was the new barman)
Deidre didn’t realise.
She slurred, “Am-alergit-te-too–mudge-voka!”
Lars immediately felt the job wasn’t for him.