storm

Words in the morning wind -
your voice on the air -
dancing around me,
I breathe and you're here.
Take all I am;
It's all you need.

You have the chaos of color and sound,
covered in violence,
trembling ground.
You have the fire;
I have what burns.

This is what calls you: sweetness and life,
standing in silence, waiting in white.
What good is power
if nothing's destroyed?

You are a storm in my flower garden,
sky like nature on fire.
Please fall hard.