Streams and Storms

I fathom hurt, a woman torn, a lively pain, a passion storm.
But fusion love, a frantic bell, a loving touch, a maze-ic
Dell. My phantom mind, a distant wave, a bleeding wound,
A prophet’s cave. Indeed the love, a cryptic sea, an attic
Star, a sullen glee. And picture heart, a fallin’ cry, a wellic
Ache, a russet sky. My wailing friend, a dripping tear, a
Rising soul, a subtle spear. And lotic wind, a vocal air, a
Moment torn, a faint despair. Indeed the hurt, a plural pain,
A wounded heart, a feeling bane. But whisper soft, a
Mountain voice, a feyic flame, a mystic hoist. And fountain
Love, a cultic Soul, a fever storm, a fantast scroll. Indeed
The light, a vivid grey, a vatic tear, a garnet clay. But tender
Soul, a welkin mind, an unction birth, a cryptic climb. And
Stippled dreams, a tacit ache, a gravid storm, a hidden fate.