The Storm

It was a beautiful sunny day in Florida
Where the shells could touch the sea
And the ocean would blow my face

And there she was, waiting on us
Having a drink, a thing
Facing the ocean, strange powerful thing
That would carry her away, away from her pain

Was that love… or just something mysterious above?
She didn’t know, didn’t want to know.
It was just another weird day… without him… without me

And every single time that the waves would touch her toes
Her heart would break her own
Feelings, diggings, meanings….
And she would turn her way, to a better place where the sun was shading on the west coast.

And suddenly a huge cloud, big smoking gray was about to head the south
When her hair started trembling with fear of what was about to come.
It wasn’t good news, or bad news… it was just something new
It was everything she was waiting for….

And then, starts the rain… washing her veins
Deep hurtful feeling that mysteriously would make her to feel me
She can now touch my lips, his hips and feel loved again.

When the rain stops… there are no drops that could take me from her.
She is mine, and I am just hers forever…
Even though I’m dead…
Deep inside she still feels me… kissing the breeze of her smooth thin lips.

Rafael F. B. Martins