We drove into the storm
because we belong there,
beneath electric skies,
where the rain hammers our skin
and the wind calls to us in sighs.
I wonder if only you and I feel
because we are made from the same star,
our polarities aligned
and drawn together from afar.
In my dreams you compose
with brushstrokes of lightning
that fork black pastel skies,
yet with all the colours of the universe
to choose from, why paint only mine?
(c) Darren Hawbrook