Wednesday, November 26, 2014

With You--Black Series

The churning winds
Inside of me 
Spin a web 
Of confusion
Some days.

But then
There's you.

A vortex 
Of Wisdom
In my Soul.

This Moment
This Peace
This tiny seed of Doubt
That these final moments 
Of chaos are all that awaits me.

These are what you bring me
Grows steadier
As you come closer
An anchor
A strobe light 
In the seas of uncertainty
I wash myself in.

Your touch
Before you even 
Reach me
This is what I feel
Your gentle touch
In my Soul
A quiet breath 
In my Mind.

This is what you bring
With you 

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