Summer storm
The inky black silver
shimmering rollercoaster waves.
Serenade the full moon as she dances
among the silhouettes of cumulus clouds.
Those towers that race across the night,
haloed in moonlight.
You and I watch in awe,
at the sheer vivacity of the gale.
Overwhelmed by the music it makes,
in the surf,
and in the trees.
The wind is warm,
and I caress your neck,
laid bare by the wind
blowing jubilant life into your hair.
And in the distance, brought close by the
clearness of the air. Twinkle the
green and red lights of the harbour's open arms.
I take you into my open arms,
and kiss you tenderly.
Is that the wind's sigh that I hear?
(copyright N.Britton 2005).
shimmering rollercoaster waves.
Serenade the full moon as she dances
among the silhouettes of cumulus clouds.
Those towers that race across the night,
haloed in moonlight.
You and I watch in awe,
at the sheer vivacity of the gale.
Overwhelmed by the music it makes,
in the surf,
and in the trees.
The wind is warm,
and I caress your neck,
laid bare by the wind
blowing jubilant life into your hair.
And in the distance, brought close by the
clearness of the air. Twinkle the
green and red lights of the harbour's open arms.
I take you into my open arms,
and kiss you tenderly.
Is that the wind's sigh that I hear?
(copyright N.Britton 2005).

