I'm flying in the storm,

of your moments,

high-profile trailers,

these lightnings of yours.

east, west, up and down,

the feelings of the darkness-

solar reflections,

that are like the ocean,

endless and hostile...

but sometimes calm,

they rock me to sleep.

And then I think,

I want to live in the storm,

because when they come after it-

breaths of blissful moments,

in them, I find your tear,

and I want it to be

held close to my heart.