Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Your Voice In The Gathering Storm

You were singing to me

As I was crouched on the ground.

I stood to face you.

My hands played

A beat to keep time.

The storm gathered as

The sea grew restless.

Two whirlpools

Swirled in opposing directions.

We finished our song and

Smiled as nature

Gathered her tantrum.

I wonder about us,

What it means

If anything.

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