Haunting Storm

A Poem by Lesley Wood

'...black mists graze my cheek And pushing wind makes me weak I let his rhythm carry me deep This storm that haunts me...'

Black clouds move swiftly
Swirling chaotic wind
Bright green flashes of light
As the storm comes in

Into my mind he dances
With pale moon face and black vapors
Hiding green flashes of lightning

A dry storm of hidden tears
A biting lip, a hug to self
All rain kept tightly in
This storm that haunts me

I hear his thunder roar
And shield my eyes from his flashing light
And hide my face from his rain; his pain

But black mists graze my cheek
And pushing wind makes me weak
I let his rhythm carry me deep
This storm that haunts me

I fear going blind meeting that green light
I fear falling from that ephemeral grasp
Losing my mind, self and reason
I can never be his, so

It’s a wet booming crash
That doesn’t last
And dry as bone
I hug myself home
Eyes wide open.