The approaching storm
You can smell it in the summer air
In the mist of the darkening sky
Your lips touch my ear as you tell me
With you, I'll never be alone
The river feels cool to our naked feet
It clings on the rounded rocks
Like seasoned lovers meet
Speaking fluidity
A language we both speak
Your hair smells like the wind
Like a fire lit summer eve
Silent silver trees shield you and me
Souls like you and me rarely meet
In the night, we steal the moment to begin
