Theres a panic in the air, trouble high in the clouds. Embers burn from yestedays fires.  A lost love buried beneath the rubble, but still there’s life, still there’s love, still there’s……a want to go on, a need to keep going.  There less panic in the air and suddenly clouds are disappearing, but still rain escapes the sky and falls upon my heart where she used to be, but thunderstorms become my heartbeat and lightning becomes my fuel, my adrenaline to keep searching, to keep loving the thought of love and to keep dreaming about you until you come true. Finally the panic has escaped the air, clouds and rain are in the afterthought and the only embers that burn is the fire that I have for you, the passion I provide when dreaming you and loving you into existence.  I enjoy the panic-less air, the impatient clouds and the evaporated rain drops.  I am in love again