The Truth of the Storm
The poet in me does no justice,
to the memory of your touch, the memory of your kiss,
Tis a moment when despite my fears, the good shone through,
between storms we ran together hand in hand,
until the wind finally took us and set us apart,
but facing the storm left me beyond it,
and I saw that we had been running not just from the dark skies,
but the tranquil beauty that followed them,
the storm was a wave to wash away the darkness,
the storm had beckoned me and I listened to it's truths,
here beneath the blue skies,
it urged me to search for you again,
Do not think that because the storm came between us,
we were not meant to be,
it merely gave us the chance to be together truly
Poetry by Che Thomas
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Written on 2010-05-07 at 00:39
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