My Storm

Last night I sat under the stars, and watched the clouds roll in.

They hid the light away, till under blackness I was pinned.

The weight of weightlessness pressed warmth into my chest.

I closed my eyes and watched the sky’s in my mind settle down to rest.

Outside the trees began to sway, singing their tails of woe.

Their music made complete as the crashing of leaves crescendoed.

In a haunting lullaby, the wind blew sleep my way.

Urging me to go inside, and sit in waiting for day.

I refused to leave,

too enchanted to make a move.

I lay there,

still,

looking up to the sky,

feeling the absence of its moon.

I cannot let this moment go.

I won’t let it slip away.

This is my storm now,

I will make it stay.