lightning

Anger.
Violence.
Both striking in the distance
Purple.
Darkness.
Holding me captive.
Surrounding my being
I can't help but feeling
The flashing lights
the screeching in the night.
But then I see what should be make believe.
Soft.
Smooth.
Holding me captive.
Tender.
Gentle.
Leaving me breathless.
Surrounding my being
I can't help but feeling
You.
Me.
We're under this sea of blackness in the sky.
The purple lights that guide us by.
We're headed down this path
lead by a tornado aftermath
Ripped from the seams are
the trees where we lean and
express our thoughts for each other.
Staring into one anothers
reflections of the purple sky.
As the sky lets out its own forceful cry.