The Storm

He was a silent storm

With a beast in his head,

That stole his light right from him

And gave him dreams instead.

He dreamt of a world that wasn't, yet

And strived to make it so.

And the chaos of the storm strangely ,

Enabled him to flow.

She was a silent fighter

Who was always taught to share

So she held her breath when she was with him;

Just so he could have air.

She had to learn

To trust the storm,

To share of her strength;

and not from;

To breathe and not tame,

But ride the raging storm .

Rhea Dsouza