My lady hurricane To imagine a poet who is lost for words is like thinking of a night that is not dark a wind that does not blow or a sky that is not blue Yet that I am, dumbfounded, silenced, blown away caught in a whirlwind, the shore to my sea I met her months ago, a mere gentle breeze on a hot summer's day then Little did I know that what I took to be small and innocent would prove the prelude to a hurricane. And what a hurricane she is... Her force is so strong, yet she does not destroy Her mere presence knocks you off your feet, yet she helped me stand and walk on She is a force of nature, but not a storm Nothing will withstand her, as she heads for her goal But in her heart is an oasis, so tranquil and pure, a place of love and peace, surrounded by a vortex of strength and determination There now, I reside, looking at the world from my new home of dreams and smile contently as the world passes us by, as we head to a place, somewhere, in the future.