Monday, November 23, 2015

The Storm Shall Pass

I've slept through out the storm
But if I awake will I see you again
For all these things cause alarm
In my psyche I'm living this again
For when I dream I don't just dream
I see into a myriad of times to see
What would be possible for us to seem
Something that could set us both free
From these days of words, events, life
To which I see too much loss and strife.