Clouds Of Apocalypse

I’m feel lost in cloud of lofty highs

each time her voice becomes my wind

how quickly my heart soars by her words

like I was far above any thoughts or cares.

 

Inside feels full of butterflies

they swirl and stir until I am dizzy

whenever I recall her face

or remember our last kiss.

 

Then comes the thunder,

the booms within of the joy she brings

love’s rumbles that shake me completely,

utterly take me beyond any care,

happily becoming an eagle

who soars upon her whispers

far away from what hurts

and at last having a pulse

so throbbing and intense,

where I no longer just exist.

 

Never knew there could be more to the sky

than merely watching if from the ground,

but since she gave me feathers by her touches

there just seems no ceiling to my life.