aircooled world

Storms

The ions rise
In response to the churning skies
Making our thread of communication
Permeate.
Storm gathers
We glide to rendezvous
Above the waving grasses
Greeting us as the electric air
Guides us back home.

To the ridge
Overlooking trans-suburban wilderness
Hand in hand
The storm approaches
It matches the tumult of our bond
The serenity in swirling air
Cooling summer static.
The known world fades
Spirits masks fall to the dirt
Ripple in gathering pools
Naked in the reign
Of belonging
To you