I've felt it before but today's the big poor
The trees flail their fingers next to my ears
They clitter clatter until it becomes too constant to hear
The earth dances around me as if my location were a metaphor
I'm alone in the storm's shadow
I try to savor the instances of light from the streetlight's gallows
But they flicker on and off due to the command of the night
I hope to come across you soon
The woman who dances to my delight
The one who can dry me from the darkness
The one who will paint me white when I'm blue
I may be in the eye of the storm
But I've got my sight on you
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