Parallels

The first time I met you,
On the other side of the blue,
The wind leapt, to a new high,
The storm, close at hand, asigh.
My breath shallow,caught in a grip,
The moment still, time, let it not slip.
You led the entourage of rain and the sun,
There was not a soul to match you, but One,
The soul of a Light, glowing, like the heart of fire,
Lent hope life, buried in the bog, in the murky mire.
"How had I breathed life, when my life in you breathed?"
I gazed and my wonder grew,until His silence,I percieved.......
                                                                                                        Chandni.