This is my first post here. Enjoy.

This poem is dedicated to my father, Vaskar Storm.

The light disappears,
and the moon fills the night.
My thoughts turn to you,
as I look at the dark sky.

So far away,
yet so close in my heart.
A throb in my loins,
as I ponder the thought,
Of you.

Your voice through the air,
whispers in my ears,
of a forbidden passion,
that we, together, share.

Rosalinn Campbell-Storm

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Chronos, in the year 343 AF.