Storms, Harbors and Straits

 

The storms crept in and took their familiar place.

Their silent fury darkening the eyes with a deep void

While their cold breath stilled all mannered words.

Yet thoughts raged and ebbed; erupted and imploded;

Despaired and relented; gripping tightly unto insanity.

 

Desperately alone and dissolutely falling into false sleep,

Slowly swirling away to a madness of the mirrors,

Her face dissolving; her eyes evolving into strangeness.

Until in the end, she stood alone with all her dreams.

 

Fastened at the neck she must hasten

Unto the darkness - she wears more in black

And understand less the path back.

 

Her silence leaves a shattering sound.

Time has no friends because it never waits

For anyone - may they be in calm harbor or –

in dire straits.