Shadow's Being

The idea is not so important as
What it represents; the portent of love
Becomes a gateway to heavens above.
So in my idea of you. I am caught
Drifting, as in a snow bank that does not
Thaw; it's virtual being always a has.
So as lightening brews I know April storms
Are fast at hand; bringing with them rain, wind,
Hail and sleet; each a portent of insane
Power, but a sliver of the great norm.
Yet as I look upon horizon's bleak,
I find that all have joined in a great mass
That hurls towards me in torrents overcast;
And there at last the portents being I meet.

                                                   Shadow's Being, (c) Luke Bennette, April 2012