Lemniscate

You may seek me,

If your hatred or your love,

Your desire for vengeance or for passion

So direct you.

But if it is not my wish,                                                 

I will not be found.

And then, in the silent midnight hour,

When the dark clouds o’ersweep the moon and

Hurl lightning from horizon to horizon

As the celestial thunderer rages,

I will come to you with the falling rain

And then we will be one under and within the storm.