What if the storm ends and I don't see you as you are now ever again? The perfect halo of gold hair and lightning sets you off againts the planet's last dance. Just for a minute, the silver forked sky lit you up like a star that I will follow. Now it's found us like I have found you. I don't want to run, just overwhelm me. What if the storm ends and leaves us nothing, except a memory, a distant echo?