Later the storm will calm to a gentle breeze.
Catching your sail she will guide you to
a place where her passions run deep.
That place where her heart aches for the loves long lost,
sings for the love ever present,
and yearns for the loves not yet known.

Silencing her inner torment she paints the pretty rainbows.
Arching over the horizon you will see her smiles.
Prisms of light, ribbons of beauty.
Fleeting but always memorable.

To hear her lullabyes of love on the wind,
you must listen with your heart.
Her words, often thunderous and bold
designed to keep much hidden,
will conceal the true measure of her sensitivity.

She is beautiful to observe.
Captivated as that all consuming power
ripples through the clouds, she is stronger than the elements.
Sustaining her calm, standing firm,
she remains centered and serene.
Watching as the storm takes its toll,
she fears naught, as she knows,
sooner than later the storm will spend.

Diminishing in its intensity, as it always will,
the rains mingle with her tears.
Maybe she cries for the wild abandon.
Maybe she cries for the calm she knows will be tested again.
We may never know....
Forever the elusive one......
She disappears into the Myst........