In the blowing winds You'd be my anchor
Together we are the storm
The pressure drops
A hostage to your gaze
The calm you hold
Keeps me grounded
While I hold you high
Fallen leaves circle our feet
Crisp air metering breath
I hiccough in cold
Paroxysms of pain
vying with relief
Found in your arms I brace for it
Clouds shift slowly
burdened by crystalline weight
The pressure falls and I'm lifted
and beaten
collective drops sting
cold and constant
Your touch a searing moment
of indelible memories
Steam rising from heated flesh
met with the pain of the storm
I step back and am removed
I don't live in the raging storm
you need to be rescued of
I don't dance in the laser flash of lightning
Because I was made for the sun