Storm

The storm, outside,
Like squalling in my mind.
The synapse strikes malign,
The storm, inside.

Sliding decline.
Panic, intertwined.
Alone I ride resigned,
Into the Storm.

The storm, outside,
Perfection floods your mind.
No levee can confine,
The storm, inside.

Sliding decline.
Panic, intertwined.
Alone you ride resigned,
Into the Storm?

With our lives entwined,
Seems that I’m now inclined,
To weather the storm.

The storm, outside,
Forecast realigned.
With you here we can blight,
The storm, inside.

Fighting decline.
Shelter now combined,
With you I grin and stride,
Into the storm.

Lyrics by John Berry