This Storm Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

The move to make.
The breath to take.
By storm, it hits to live by this heart.
In worlds which couldn't be any farther apart.
Even with you not knowing who I am.
You have already become part of my plan.
Upon making my stand.
Even if it doesn't seem that grand.
Still here I am.
In denial I'm not.
In which a dream is sought.
The cost can never be too much.
With such meaning no more than such.
Tip toeing across this high voltage line and knowing that all will be fine.
I will not be burnt, I will not be even a little bit shocked by anything I come across.
As a page floats away among the sudden wind,
I know a new one will be written.
Will I like it being the question.
But even if not being the determination.
Continuing no matter the headache or aggravation.
Promises but mere whispers upon the head.
Threatening in which that I don't keep.
Mentioning that which of I don't speak.
The practices of the deep.
Holding on to secrets meant to be released.
Honesty with the foreboding sight of being perceived as naive.
Come on now you must not give yourself away before it is time.
Decision made by the clock we define.
I keep telling myself its all in my mind.
An illusion in which the outcome is not known.
How can that ever be?
I have eyes in which I most certainly can see.
Distance definitely not being under par.
As light passes through it is converted into electrical signals which are sent to describe.
But could the description be wrong?
An Imaginary breaking of another dawn.
Could it really be the sun falls as the night comes?
As many poets said before me said it is a dream within a dream.
Trying to explain what one doesn't understand.
How can that ever happen?
And in these meager attempts, has it brought me any true satisfaction?
A revelation which has been incubating.
Finally its ready to be hatched.
But what will born out of this storm?