You have the facility to quicken my heart, like a storm that bursts without warning, thundering in the calm, a flash in my reason, mirror of madness, a sweet spell.
Sometimes the breeze whispers your name, a melody that the wind brings with it, your laughter, like the sun that shades the shadow, intoxicates in my veins, lulls my coat.
To haunt my thoughts mercilessly, as time stands still in the mist, a blank notebook, my fragile vision, weaves with words each feather that accumulates.
You are shadow and light in the dance of the day, the soft melody that caresses the sunset, the storm that arrives with its energy, and in its wildness, catches me in its path.