My Perfect Storm - Litany Piece

You are the perfect storm,

And the perfect sunset.

You are the view of New York at night,

And the ticking of the clock.

You are the pack on my back,

And the overlapping workload on the table.

 

However, you are not the sun that never seems to stop shining,

the orange in the bowl among the others,

or the book on the shelf.

And you are certainly not the big bad wolf,

There is just no way that you are the big bad wolf.

 

It is possible that you are the giant teddy bear,

Maybe even the sound of chords being gently strummed.

But you are not even close

To being the number two pencil.

 

You are also the fire in my veins

And the snow on Christmas morning.

 

And if you haven’t already noticed,

I am also the sound of chords being gently strummed.

I also happen to be the problem that you can not solve.

The wind that is always changing.

 

But together, we are the chestnuts roasting on the open fire,

The jack frost nipping on your nose.

 

I am also the undecided kid in the candy store,

And the hook for your coat

But don’t worry, I’m not the perfect storm.

You are still the perfect storm.

You will always be the perfect storm

Not to mention the perfect sunset and –somehow—the view of New York at night.