So stirs the heart in the eye of the storm;
For fleshy clouds in ashen sadness turn,
Where jagged streams of light never conform,
That hearts in love would as the thunder burn.
Arms of Zeus embrace the crackling steel sky,
Where upon such firmament stroke thy brush,
And in time paint mine heart’s delight on high,
With thoughts of thee that dare mine pulse to rush.
So, by nature’s glow true love tis alive,
Thy banquet feast sustenance to my soul,
Nourish thou mine inmost thoughts contrive,
And I am renewed as thunder doth roll,
Stirring spirits onward toward this lover’s goal;
For, as might doth rage, thy light makes me whole.