If when our hearts were sudden to be known

A storm awaits always that certain tone

Realize wherewith lives a comfort zone.

Remind us within serene starry sky

Moments when sudden spirit may shriek why

Weather the storm in Her protective eye.

A societal ill might suggest retreat

If when we willing regard own defeat,

that screams like brutal wind within rain’s sheet

layered upon waves that dance soft in daylight

the sun peeking through again that we might

know soon the splendor refreshing tonight

When that internal rage of circumstance

speaks loud, disguised, wrapped in shroud of pure chance