Storm Song

Snow falls heavily and silently muted by the absence of daylight

Traffic has come to a standstill cars banished to owner’s driveways

Houses, cars, trees the very earth disappears smothered by a cloud of white

Lines between reality and dreamscape obscured but dreamscape finally overcomes

Purity alone now exists where the filth of a city once ruled the scene

Higher, higher it grows until like a living orgasm it breathes with the wind

Now the silence breaks and the voice of the storm sings her song

Alone and lonely I stare through the window cowed and broken by her strength

I gasp as she sets the stage for the remainder of her show

Electric lights that kept the night at bay flicker and surrender to the dark

She is my reality now and for the next few hours will hold me captive.