Storm clouds line the sky
with angry shouts of light.
Rain falls on upturned faces
and momentarily steals my sight.
Turning back to you I only see
your face, limned with unearthly light.
And fairies dance behind you
clothes so gay, and patterned bright…
mini flutes, drums, and whistles
make up their happy song.
Cause they know in their magic way,
if we do love, we can’t go wrong!
And as the storm eases his rage
and slowly passes on his way,
we are left to watch the dance,
held in love’s embrace.

Feb. 12, 1997