Lucky we were safe
Though the fire in the treetops warned us
Out east, when the wind shoved against every ounce of shelter
Barring the torrent of words between us —
It’s only air.
But the night, far from peaceful
Seducing with its untamed mystery, revealing
And evocative of past lives
Or imagined ones — Don’t you realize?
Some things are breathtaking
In the absence of light and color.
Yet, even the waves protest.
Crashing upon the limits God prescribed,
You are like a wave —
It’s only sand.
But I know
However many times the milk is spilt
The glimmers overhead give way to dawn
With unflinching loyalty
And a ferocious night leaves
Cool caresses through gently blowing curtains
Suggesting the relentlessness of their Creator
Who makes both light and color
Arrive through wild and windy nights;
No matter how lost — His
Is the power to Overcome.