(I’m sorry, I couldn’t find Cinders, but I wrote this instead…)

That lovely moment,

When the clouds come in.

A luminous grey settles,

Turning the spray teal.

Hush kissing on the ripples 

	the calm before the storm,

He’ll cry;

Red brick starts to shimmer,

White bouncing off the boats.

A feeling that mischief is near

And yet, still under cloak.

Electric air like a hungry eel,

	the writing’s on the water,

I lie;

And I imagine we are on a boat

Off to find that storm.

Confronting it head on, bespoke.

It’s you I’ve clung to all this time. 

A force like none so, dear.

For now, we’ve drifted out 

	way, way beyond the fear.