Storm's Memories

Amber lights against a midnight blue.
What once was aglow has dissolved into...
the black.
Joy filled memories are so easy to forget.
Your left standing there with a mull thought and cigarette.
Simple storm, your quiet and brooding,
a lit up sky filled with bountiful jesting.
My back is now turned because the wind came blowing.
Mammoth malice has swept me away.
Carry me, carry me to fine cloth and restful heads.
Where high dreams are achieved,
and gardener's plant there ever youthful seed.