This just fell out of the end of the pen when I was at a show….

Storm

You ask me what is stronger than the wind.
It is my love that I cannot deny –
a rock beneath our vast, divided sky
that rips at us – this I cannot rescind.
You ask me what is sadder than the blue
that crowns us all and covers us with fears;
a heaven to make us smile, yet filled with tears,
a depth so high that drowns both me and you.
You ask me what is colder than the rain,
the sleet, the snow that drifs across the path
we travel between our hearts, Cyhiraeth’s wrath,
the banshee of our separation’s pain.
I won’t deny the sky’s almighty form,
but hold my heart and weather now our storm.