Sometimes the storm
Is turbulent
But when the gusts calm,
When the fearful thoughts
Settle down,
The love we find is serene,
Bright-eyed and beautiful.
All that was tumultuous
And all that raged
Was but a movement
In love’s dream,
A squall playing on the surface,
A temporary disturbance
On the facade of our lives,
Fleeting and momentary
But unable to touch the depth of us.