THE STORM

With wide mind she went
as most behind a fake door
the insurmountable wakeness
as we sought Mercy

But she to the trees swaying
in the torrential storms
and licked the rain as tears
her victory won

IF i lose you, that
is my fear.

And i sing for Spring,
the bones of my self
ache for rebirth now.

Say it, that we all know
we wish a truth for love
as though without us

that we could never be

these Winds could be

as I hold this tree
I seek, I keep,

forever us free.

:: 09-23-2017 :

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