A Memory Called Love

Like a storm you came
And ravaged my existence

Like a cyclone you came
And tossed me out of
My consciousness

Life a flood you came
And submerged
My ignorance.

But I always wanted you
To be the breeze
After the rain ...

... to be the wave that washes
The shore of all its memories.

But I always wanted you
To be ...

Will you ever be ...
The rain ...
The breeze ...
And
The memory ... ?

Will you ever be ... ?