The thunder rolls
Lightning pierces the sky this night
And changes
The iron gray of the city sky
But for a moment
To a white hot glare
Why are these words written?  
Because roses wilt
And chocolate melts
And neither can say what 
Yearns to be given voice

That your passion
Rolls to me 
Like the thunder 
That echoes in my bones
Your love of life
Rolls through me
Like the thunder 
That echoes in my bones
And pierces my resolve
Like the lighting that tears
Across the iron night
And as the night
Can only bear witness
To the sound 
And the fury
So I am struck dumb
And I write