Safe From Harm

The rain like an army of crazed crickets in an over sized paper bag, Or the drum roll of anxious fingers on my writing pad Wind blows with the force of one thousand story book wolves, Navigates the skyline and challenges the weather striken walls From within what seems to be the eye of the storm a light quiver, delicate but true It wavers with stray wisps of breeze, as they find their way through cracks, laiden with tales of toppling trees But in this safe place, nestled away from harm the beacon burns regardless, with inner strength radiates calm To protect the dancing flame, keep all windows bolted, never open up the door, Alleviate the barrage, fight the light no more