the last storm
And I knew you would be the one the hardest and last to comprehend and fit inside this ocean wide the one too many the final phenomena to forgive. And of your passion and overflow I was the first to be swept away in cogent currents of karma past the one whose mast was crying out to be lost. Queen of what I thought was power to your crest of corresponding drama
combing on for ever after
the one to match the beauty only you could betray so fully. I came to hate our story, the way you overcome me and pull me like a tide against a galaxy. You are the last storm I’ll ever sail on the offshore breeze and still you call to me ambiguously with the power of a resonance that doesn't resonate anymore with the kinder, calmer winds calling me ashore.