SerenWise

Child of the Tempest

Latch unhooked and the window snatched

By a rambunctious gale,

I lean out into the storm,

Concrete and grass forty feet below,

But I\'m looking up...

 

The near full moon sails silver

In a storm wracked sky,

Illuminates scudding clouds

Which hide, then reveal her face,

The night sky bathed in moonlight.

 

The wind snatches the breath

From my parted lips,

You don\'t need that it howls,

Just gaze and feel, and find what\'s real,

The storm is beneath your skin.