A Moonlit Storm
Black skeletal tree branches cast shadows on the wall
They sway casually in the late night's breeze
I lay in the bed by the window, looking up high in the sky
Clouds swim over the half moon
As they pass, they cast an illusion, like the moon is dissipating
He's still here, like some warm ghost
I can still feel his touch, his kiss, my hands in his hair
Flashes of light show me that the storm is coming soon
I welcome the rain, because it's the closest to him right now
My wind will bring the tempestuous clouds to me
Rain and wind, dancing around together in a passion
The fire of the lightning sets them off
All that can compare to my love for him is this moonlit storm
I know that he is asleep now, and maybe he's really here with me
He comes to me like a wizard, appearing in the shadows so quietly
I pretend that this bed is occupying two, and that his hands touch my face
I loose myself in this dream, and suddenly the spell of sleep overcomes me
The storm has brought him to me
I know he has come to me and has taken me away
Away, to a place where we can call our own
