15. “The Storm”

Written 3-24-1999

Fate can be held in the middle of one’s palm
It can be squeezed until it bites you
Or you can give it affection like a gentle song

Love arises only as you allow
It can bring ecstasy; it can cause trouble
Patience and gentleness will stand out from the crowd
As in an endless sea of milling lost souls
You can be a bubble

A music box enchantingly glides music to an ear
Replacing with a smile what was once anger or fear

Let the storm outside try its best
To blow your peacefulness away
Stay warm, wrapped in blankets. 
Push back the night and embrace the day.

The howling winds die down
Leaving you all alone
With your calm, happy state of mind
You don’t mind being on your own

In the end, all turns right
Yet, still, day must turn to night
Even the most beautiful of roses have thorns

Listen only as you chose
Remember that sometimes even heroes have to lose
And everyone at some point will be the storm