The Storm

I have not heard the wind call me home
Since last we did meet.
I wander broken-hearted, cold – alone,
While the shadows ‘round me weep.
The loneliness includes me in its masses
The storm outside, the thunder rolls, and lightening flashes
The lights fade in and out as the winds of
Time and change break my will – weaken my soul.
I mourn of a home that is no more
For faces I shall not see.
The storm came and took all we knew
Away from us – away from me!
Reminded of a time long past
I return to my shattered home
To see what – if anything – still lasts.
But nothings there, except this little stone.
I guess the Angels placed this here
To remind me that all is not lost.
My hope restored, my heart taped up,
I will begin again – and better this time – no matter the cost!