Passionate

I am passionate about silence,
thinking time, moon dust, and night,
you are loud, down to earth, and bright,
always in my face, always in my sight.

I am passionate about running away,
disturbing the barriers you set up for me,
in light of whatever your strength, I'm free,
walls and chains don't stop the sea.

I am passionate about falling apart,
driving and crying 90 miles per hour, singing,
racing into the storm, thunder bringing
a nice place to walk and go swinging

with thoughts of how I always say
I'll leave it all for good one day.