The Storm - A Collection of Original Poems

Morning After

The next morning there was stinging in my hands,
From climbing rough trees and slinging firebrands.
In those moments i did not feel i could stand;
Rather, i felt i was floating six inches off the land.
The crackling flames gave melody to the stars above;
Suspended in space, I felt enveloped in your love.
It may rest on the roof, endangered by a single shove,
But it may be a launching pad for us to soar like doves.
Yet again, a night with you was filled with magic.
You prove time and again that this feeling is lasting.
Even little things like watching you put on chapstick
Reinforce the belief that our end won't be tragic.
Going on adventures together all around the state,
staying out together (some would say much too) late.
Looking at you, I can't help a smile rushing to my face.
Not a second spent with you has ever gone to waste.
This is the eye of the Storm.