Kevin Michael Bloor

The Storm Soother

 

She stilled all his storms with her sighs,

sweet starry eyes,

soothed the sad state of his soul.

 

She turned all his dreams, that were rust,

to diamond dust,

melted him down, made him whole.

 

She kissed away all of his fears,

gave back the years,

said there was always a spark.

 

She’d kept him alive in her heart,

lifetime apart,

knew love could live in the dark.

 

She gave him, this goddess of grace,

a happy face,

danced all his demons to death.

 

She tenderly touched him with truth,

this tragic youth,

brought him to life with her breath.