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.