Picturing storms by the sea in my head tonight, holding up in some make shift shelter, and watching a storm out at sea. It’s been a few times, and I would watch them till my eyes could no longer stay open, as a weary body fades into sleep, under the spell of their song, a storm and the sea…
Pictures of a storm and the sea, in my head tonight
You’ve got me picturing storms in my head tonight,
On a deserted piece of coastline so faraway,
Where the seas roll high upon a night sky,
As the wind gusts raise in flight, seaspray of the night.
While light the sand jumps about in small eddies,
Waltzing upon a lull world of gentle shifting dunes,
Where to sea, ribbons of light begin a dance,
To a slow fading western moon of coastal hills.
The sea begins to sing louder in clashes of love,
For the ribbons of light and darkness meet in a tango,
Upon the rumble of desire for the deep notes of song,
In the whispered greetings between a storm and the sea
A story springs to life out of the ribbons of light,
To the musical deep soft spoken tones tonight,
As delight dwells down deep with in the sea’s stormy heart,
Be the pictures of a storm and the sea, in my head tonight.