Storms

I watch the slow dance of the trees,
I shiver as the cold strokes my skin,
The leaves are singing with the breeze,
I fight my thoughts with shields so thin,
These thoughts are battering my fragile defenses
I sit in the dark so cold and alone,
Thoughts of you envelop my senses,
I see your face as the trees groan,
The breeze has grown much stronger,
As I sit and resist the pain,
The minutes seem to get longer,
As my tears fall down like rain,
Dark clouds form overhead,
Lightning flashes,
I shiver in my bed,
Thunder crashes,
I capture my thoughts in hidden cages,
Only my thoughts of you remain free,
Outside my window, a fierce storm rages,
Not unlike the one in me.