4 pulses:

a dream: so real i awoke shaking;
where did i go?
again, i catch my reflection in your face.

a face: more familiar than my own;
love making the anger ebb,
lately, my mind afire with memory.

a memory: that tesmpestuous panic;
a gut-sick feeling,
yes, but this is what we live for.

a life: as changing as the sky;
now pregnant and swollen with storms,
and then, the pouring burst.