Coming Storm

The wildness of the wind and turbid green sea
Beckoned me
Leggings & shacket hardly enough
to ward off the icy dry
Driven into face and hands
By the wild currents of the skies
But I cared not!
Along the sand I ran!
Seagulls bracing the raging wind
With them my spirit flew
Soaring on the ravishing wild
Of a coming storm

Seek me out, Love!
Find me free beside the roaring bay
Take me, Love
Free the wild inside my fantasy
Press me, Love
As this cold air presses hard my body
Release my Love
In reckless abandon
As these foaming waters on the shore

Enter the wild with me!
Together We
can ride out every
Coming Storm