the thunder rolls this night
and i'm 'minded of you
(and that auspicious
storm our first day)
you sit before me
(shadowed,
as if by the dark clouds anon)
your
smile yet rending time and space
as lightning now rips the sable sphere outside
in such retrospect illumination,
i see you
(again)
clear, in your
desire
(and me, in mine)
yet, held apart
(then, by uncertain uncertainty
now, by certain certainty)
i listen to the rain
(as it 'mimes my tears)
