In and Out

The sound of thunder, power of a storm, cold that chills to the bone.
All reduced to nothing, by a single mind, feeling, wind, being.
A delightful dream of wondering souls, a meeting path at last.
The warmth of a winter snow, feels like nothing, but everything.
Beat, Beat, beat, thumping, ticking, time. Where to stand.
Without.
The arrow points,
Inner compass, outer shell, what will this battle bring?
There is nothing to say.
Only to know.
The question is now, here, and gone.
A spell not broken, by times cruel joke.
Merely a jest, us at the core.
Don't hear, just listen, the heart that beats still.
Yours.