Always a treat to see,
Its ever-stretching beauty,
Shall ever be with me,
Like the clouds, ever plenty.

The sky scours freely, matching Her infinity,
The perfect companion,
For even at night,
Her bright strikes provide a sight,
Bringing with it delight and fright.

Been on my mind:
A stream that intertwines,
A gleam born from wayward mountains,
A cabin nestled between,
A plethora of trees,
An ambition for You and Me.

Always a haze,
Leaving but a taste of sweet glaze.
I remember the days,
Whether in my dreams or real life,
Oh, it is always a delight.

Ooooohhh it will getcha,
I know it will.
Drip by drip by drip,
A slow burn,
That will hookya,
Aching for another turn.

You take a hit,
A drag or a sip,
Drip by drip by drip,
Only takes a slip.

An IV for your soul,
Which you already know,
Oooohhh it will get yous too,
Drip by drip by drip,
Leaving all but a clue.

Walking fleetingly on Stormy Clouds,
Playing Peek-A-Boo.
From the Lightning and the Rain,
The Thunder too.

Aware of the risks,
Of the Lightning and the Rain,
The Thunder too.
Fleetingly moving,
On Stormy Clouds.

Her whispers:
Puts my mind at ease,
Cusping my shoulders,
With Her gentle breeze,
Removing a boulder.

O, Wind,
Come again,
In need of reprieve, sweep me.
Come again,
O, Wind,
I need relief.

O, say it ain’t so,
I’ll go deaf in Heaven?
I’ll go blind in Heaven?

Then what is Hell?
Pragmatic fears fueled by pessimism,
Though I see through the ruse,
The Trap of it all.

I pick Heaven,
With great sounds an sights.

The ultimate Sin,
That lies within,
Is but a test.

I’ll gladly gleam,
Between the seams,
Skip two, do not collect 200,
Gladly.

Sights and sounds,
Lead me through nights and Bounds,
In delight, fleeting on the ground.

The rain brings with it thunder,
The two combine create lightning,
Which is something beautiful,
And strong,
And full of life,
You and I,
My favorite storm.

I choose to embrace,
And know grace,
With wind washed upon my face,
The Perfect storm,
The Love I have,
For You.

Within the mist,
Lies a twist,
A legend to be discovered,
Waiting to be found,
The forbidden chest,
Which holds,
What I know is best,
Purpose.

The water, calm or rowdy, comes in, slowly.
Swarming tides soon become too much,
Drowning me-
And I remain motionless,
As I fear nothing or, am paralyzed by fear,
No, the real movement comes when I am lost.
As I try to find my way time and time again.
Begging for the waters to return,
For true motion to return,
And for my tears to freely flow into the water once more.