Storm

Warm darkness, 

Shadowed on

My honey skin,

Hooded 

Grey arrows 

In the dark halo

Of my chocolate 

I am Rush. 

Nothing is worth my

‘No time.’

So hurry now to

Catch my 

Running storyline.

Take my hand, 

And let your other hold on to a kite that is a

Shooting Star.

The harvest moon will rise above us,

as we fly,