Storm

Sitting on a balcony,
The salty waves lapping,
Drinking my herbal tea,
The thunder gently clapping,

Your skin is as soft,
As the rain on my face,
Your hair is as dark,
As the night I now face.

Your hands are as gently,
As the wind calling me,
Your skin is as salty,
As the rought wavy sea.

Your voice is as hopeful.
As the sun beginning to rise,
Your eyes are as electric,
As the lightning in the skies,

But truelly my feelings are no different,
The same as yesterday,
And just like the storn,
There beginning to be washed away...