Driven

Like a melody in my mind,
Striking chords with invisible hands,
Songs are sung about you,
And I listen in awe and wonder.
 
Like a clock ticking on the wall,
The time comes inescapably,
The hands are driven by something,
And my heart beats out of hand.
 
Like a green pasture waiting,
The rolling hills smell of fresh grass,
Conjure spring and its evergreen hope,
And I think serenely of our love.
 
Like rain uninvited storming in,
Clouds menace and the wind howls,
Thunder roars and cries: revenge!
And I cry and I hug you darling.