My lady hurricane

To imagine a poet who is lost for words

is like thinking of a night that is not dark

a wind that does not blow

or a sky that is not blue

Yet that I am, dumbfounded, silenced, blown away

caught in a whirlwind, the shore to my sea

I met her months ago, a mere gentle breeze on a hot summer's day then

Little did I know that what I took to be small and innocent

would prove the prelude to a hurricane.

And what a hurricane she is...

Her force is so strong, yet she does not destroy

Her mere presence knocks you off your feet, yet she helped me stand and walk on

She is a force of nature, but not a storm

Nothing will withstand her, as she heads for her goal

But in her heart is an oasis, so tranquil and pure,

a place of love and peace, surrounded by a vortex of strength and determination

There now, I reside, looking at the world from my new home of dreams

and smile contently as the world passes us by, as we head to a place, somewhere, in the future.