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