PURE.

The Rolling Sea.
The clear Blue Sky -
The thought occurs and it is missed.
It is not enough, the sight of what once was -
So recent, yet a feeling of one long time passed.
The connection relived - a sensation of LIVE WIRE.
                                                                                   AN ELECTRIC SHOCK.
Dissipated into time - and feeling as though perhaps you've been let down.
Conversations in the present day - mundane; the weather.
Awkward silences, that shouldn't be. Weren't always.
Fake & put on...
The wind - whispering more than is cared to say, to each other.
Telling of that sense of loss, but of a bond yet to be broken.
And the clarity in your eyes - it's changed, it's KNOWING now.
And now there is a fire, a burning that clears the air, clears away all that's been heavy with burden and lethargic energy.
So the lightning strikes in the distant sky - and the rain that follows washes down and cleanses.

                       Makes us PURE again.