Monday, September 5, 2016

rocks in my head

The wind howled and swirled around us
Like a cold hug
The waves crashed below
And spraying
Almost singing
But unable to move us from where we sat
On that rock
You were my rock
Slow to change
Quick to forgive
Your compass set to my delight
What strange rest I found in your desolation
And if I am mad
Then I am mad about you
And always for you
Even choosing to believe
There will be enough Light to guide us
The elements bring

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