Even though storms may be brewing,
As the wind whips the face;
And there is a disquiet in the rumbling waves,
Crashing against the rocks;
The heart remains calm.
There is a breath of kinship,
A oneness that is strung
With the cosmic threads
Of love.
No words need be spoken,
For you became me
As the darkness faded
For the night.
-mh (c) 2019
