Midnight Storms

Shadows, violet and deep, skulk up to surround me. A whisper, cold and lonely, tugs at my dampened hair. A light, ethereal in the chaos, illuminates a tree. Then darkness, black and stifling, engulfs the lonesome tree.

I run, my gown dripping, into the darkened night. I scream, my eyes not seeing, a single familiar sight. I fall, my hands are bleeding, I cannot find the way. I wish, oh so fervently, for someone to hear my cry.

A hand, strong and sturdy, grasps my shaking arm. Eyes, clear and determined, penetrate my own.

We run, racing nature, to hearth, to home, to light. We fly, soaring above, the confusion and the rain. My heart, just so frightened, is now so full of joy. This moment, just the one, was worth this midnight storm.