The Storm
12:25AM Oct 12, 2008 in category 
by George W Frink
By Emöke Zsuzsánna B'Racz
For Townie New
The storm came at night
with a strength that brought us
outside
to view its largeness, its force.
You, shivering from dampness
I, exhilarated from the energy.
I held my breath
watched as light traveled
across
indigo blue sky.
It is in such moments all is said
without interruption of words.
The light
The moment
traveled
within one drop of water.
Such sadness within joy is what
the experience of love affords me.
- Everbearing by Pat Riviere-Seel.
- Use Your Inside Voice by Glenis Redmond.
- Pear Moonshine by Cathy Smith Bowers.
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