| My Life Depending On The Weather A thought of you came drifting over me like storm clouds covering my empty plain. After years of drought I am drenched in you. I taste you sweet, new, delicious and pure. I know this is all I ever needed. Your voice, a soft breeze, soothes my weathered soul. Your emotions lighting up my night sky, and in the thunder I hear your laughter. This electricity is beautiful when you let it all go and offer it to me. I'm alive when I become a part of your storms But in the end, after all thoughts of you have drifted, parted, or dissipated and my sky is clear, everything normal, I am desolate, empty, plain again... -jon garfield |