The torrents of wind pull the flavor of your vision within my lungs. I am swept with the anticipation of your arrival. I envision our time together like nature’s release of wind and water upon our earth. We are swirled together like the dance of a spring breeze and quickly rise in a funnel of gusts… feeding off of each other's strengths into the endless sky.
We both know nature’s ways are unpredictable and unsure… but the rise in our spirits drove us further… burning one to another in an untamable union.
Each drop of rain is created from a microscopic beginning… gathering form and mass. This struggle upon high pulls at gravity’s force until the drop of nature’s water falls free and achieves its freedom.
The power of a storm is filled with beauty, calamity and calm… each phase in equal proportions to the other.
The winds of our love are high and are pushed through the air and are drawn to the ground. If we struggle to the end and pull together our desires, we too will meld in the task. Don’t forget I too scare of the path in which we have chosen. However, the choice is yours… if we do not ride the winds together… we will fall to the earth apart.
Shannon R Killman
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