Spirit of the Storm

There was a flash of light

A resounding boom

And all was darkness

As echoes filled the air

I could see nothing at all

Ears filled with the relentless storm

When I saw your face

There in the darkness

I could hear your voice

In the falling of the rain

Like a sweet song

In a world where nothing remained

So I let it wash over me

Holding me in the still of the night

I let it embrace me

Though the rain was cold

The touch was warmth to my soul

No darkness could overtake

The light of your presence

Consuming me utterly

In that moment

Nothing else existed

Nothing else mattered

That phantom in the night

That alighted my soul

Overtaking every sensation

Was everything to me

And when the light of dawn broke free

And I awoke to sun and sky

The memory lingers still

Cherished in my heart

Forever and always there

The spirit of the storm

A Cold World

I sit alone in the dark
Looking out at a cold world
Wondering what you’re doing
Where you are right now
Are you sleeping?
Are you under a blanket?
Watching TV?
Maybe you too
Are sitting alone in the dark
Looking out at a cold world
And if you are
Do you ever think of me?
The way I think of you?
Do our thoughts cross paths
In the stillness of the night?
So many questions
But so few answers
And even if I had them
I’m not sure what I would do
So I simply wonder
As I sit alone in the dark
Looking out at a cold world
Knowing it is still warm within my heart