STORM-DANCER.

My train of thought derailed

Emotions once more failed

In the midst of the storm

I set sail

For heaven or hell

I don’t know yet.

The neon lights dug deep

And woke up thoughts asleep

In the midst of the storm

We held hard

She pulled down my guard

And it’s magic.

I’m the storm-dancer

From the frying pan into the fire

I’m the storm-dancer

That has only one single desire…

To love her…

I love her.

For years it’s been a void

Where love had been destroyed

But in the midst of the storm

I broke free

For heaven or hell

I don’t know yet.