Thundering days when swirling storms came

Lightning as tight fists to punch out the sun

With teeth long and sharp with fine silver edging

and moans of the sorrow of rains yet to come

Met you then on a cloud out to nowhere

with a penchant for wide smiles gone full tilt

and you hid me well in the darkness come calling

how we wrestled there in the mud color of guilt

Sure I thought we would twist by on two toes

Sure I thought that those few toes would last long

in a dance where the singer calls out for an encore

even though he believes he knows the end of the song

So very small then with a peak to reach further

very close where we huddle and lower our sails

when skies turn an orange fire the storm is still raging

and lost in the flying furniture are all the details

Swallowing light we look straight up the storm’s center

where a mist carries close both the stars and the moon

So we laugh like two children gone afloat on full oceans

and there we dance once again to some thunderous tune