sounds of storms

the sounds of storms
cause forms
to wander freely in my head

but the wild of your storms
cause those forms
to dance freely instead

my heart aches, love
when the sounds of your storms
die to the dull red of dawn
and our night is left alone
bereft of the forms
flitting in my head

for then those storms
and the soundless forms
are still, silent and dead

so on those restless morns
we chase new storms
and forge love instead