The storm that has now passed
Did nothing at all to soothe me.
The rain brought more humidity...
The display of sound and light
Further stirred my longing for you.
I lie here in the small of morning,
Wiping the sweat from my neck
And wishing you weren’t so far away.
For even were your flesh as warm as my own,
Still your caress would cool me.
Would that the ache in my chest
Cleared as easily as the skies now do.
The storm should reach you tomorrow.
I sent my love with it tonight.
Listen for my voice in the wind...
Author: Cardigan
Photography: Sam Laundon
