The tempest air
so soft and sweet….
the scent of of the Soul whispering, “Be calm, I’m here.”
But where to turn?
Where does peace of Mind meet with the melody
of the Soul?
Where do I reach for Your hand
when all I can grasp is the fog of Your memories
in the mirror of Our past?
Where does Our inner tumult end
and the tranquility of Peace begin?
A hurricane ridden world is no place to make
amends with a severed Mind and Soul…