“Storm Clouds & A Whisper”
I pictured you rolling in on a storm cloud
clothed in thunder,
Scented like the first rain of spring.
But you are known to me now like a whisper
or fingertips barely touching.
Like heartbeats drowned out by smooth breathing.
I come to you in the quiet.
Courage, Patience, Hope:
These older sisters scoff at my stumblings,
even when I recover (your hand braced my fall).
Who knows the song of my heart?
Who knows my dreaming set to dancing?
It is only You.