Whirlwind

her face is what my heart paints into this whirlwind of conflicting images her velvet voice just within perception beneath wild wind calling my name with reassurance and empathy intensity of the night tries again and again to overwhelm but the grainy vision of my confusions cannot withstand fragments shatter and her intent sweet and sure shines into my eyes brittle stone that i lay my head on while rain soaks the woods around me pieces of sky seen through canopy of leaves rushing torrent of clouds shades of grey my pale mind grasps at swift thought like reaching for a ghost droplets of rain gather in the palm of my hand slowly pooling there cold and indifferent swallow them whole bitter and smooth dusk finds me walking slowly in the woods without path or direction admire the madness question the sky in mumbled phrase my body inked with the tread of darkness encroaching seek patterns there like gifts of sweet thought jumble them till they will play out like a hopeful dream a promised heaven on this dark earth night finds me standing at the edge of the football field in the drenching rain in the utter darkness of solitude my mind speaks loudly at me gestures animated with images distraught and disturbing so loud in my head i cannot scream in some inner corner of me i wait silent vigil holding hopes light up against this dark of night dawn finds me at long last curled up under a tree sleep wrapping me in warm tender bliss i have survived the worst of it a trail home lay before me laid out with the clarity that her open and warm heart had gifted me sleep now be at ease she waits for you she waits for you