Natural

How thunder depicts the distance of lightening

the rest between each heartbeat is frightening

Slower each time, slower each line

"I am yours, this is real, you are mine"

Like the gentle breeze that molds the dunes; softly caressing my edges with your soft tunes

There aren't enough stars in the skies to properly reflect the ones in your eyes

Each dash on the clock, ,it is me, that time mocks

With you, there is never enough time to be spent

as if always running on time that is lent

Author's Note

Just some poetic fun