storm within

Why are you so sacred of your beholding darkness,
As if it is totally artless,
When I stare into those caramel eyes,
I feel the divinity to be recognised.

So what if all I see is black skies,
Rain and storms are always better than too much shine,
So what if I go bleak,
A cold November evening won't make me weak.

And if the darkness is a part of you,
Why is it really so hard to pursue,
It needs to be embraced as well,
And alas, it won't be a death knell.

And if I say,
That I see you as a resistor to all the temptations,
Will you be the difference in a billion.