And then on thunder and lightening nights, I think of you;
of how I am the thunder and you are the lightening;
of how I am the noisy one and you the bright one;
of how we draw so much attention;
of how we make some people smile and some fear;
of how we take up space in the sacred skies;
of how we travel together;
of how we intimate the humans of the rain of love;
of how the night sky is our canvas;
of how wild I am and how electric you are;
of how we much we are into each other;
of how much we are inseparable;
of how we are just different forms of the same thing…