Storm & Love: Love & Storm

So sweet, and so awake; and we swim fire—so alive; and we
Grip clouds, and capture billows. Our nights—a much ado:
Our days—a mid-heart tryst; and still, we feign shy; and
Love, such music; and fights, so brief; and our last tryst—our

First goodbye; and our first goodbye—our midnight tear;
And we fathom phantoms, and walk the sky. The end has
Come; and turn and gone; and failed and went; and still the
Sun—shines the rain; and still the love, a torch and crane.

Our nightmare—so angelic; and we yell and cry; and cry
And yell; and fall and rise; and rise and fall; and such to die;
And such to live; and ope the love: a love to ope; and grip the
Light: a light to grip; for much the pain: the pain of much;
And deep the love: the deepest love; and thirst the lust: the
Lust of thirst; and shed a tear: the last of tears.