Latch unhooked and the window snatched
By a rambunctious gale,
I lean out into the storm,
Concrete and grass forty feet below,
But I\'m looking up...
The near full moon sails silver
In a storm wracked sky,
Illuminates scudding clouds
Which hide, then reveal her face,
The night sky bathed in moonlight.
The wind snatches the breath
From my parted lips,
You don\'t need that it howls,
Just gaze and feel, and find what\'s real,
The storm is beneath your skin.