10:07 p.m. ♦ 2004-01-29
A poem for Persephone

Not In Her Storm

by Sauni

I see the clouds rolling in and oh how it looks like rain

And it is always I fight for the welcome change

When it rains it pours on this heart of mine

So, I take the storms I feel to her each time.

But I know she has lived under her own pouring rain

Yet under her water her heart still doesn't change

She can walk away from what hangs overhead

And, not in her storm, are words left unsaid.

Not in her storm have I ever felt alone

Her storm ends, so I, may find my way home

It's for me that she pushes away her own rain

So, that I may find comfort in calling her name.

She lives in this world for the sake of another's heart

God, how she eases the miles when worlds apart

And she never wanders when your world falls through

Not ever in her storm would she do this to you.

She has wings that I know not only I can see

Cause only an angel could find strength to carry me

It's the way that the eyes can surely view

How her heart's written so clearly in what an angel can do.

Not in her storm is her work ever done

And even in her storm she hands me the sun

When her world is dark - I always have light

And now how I hold the new color of night.

She takes then she gives to an unhappy face

So that many can find an awesome place

I have been able to love her more every day

And with her hand in mine the clouds roll away.

Not in any storm that I will ever live beneath

Could ever change what I hold here inside of me

Not in any of her storms have I lost my angels touch

To that angel out there, I love her so much

Tis a bit mushy..but I think the main theme running thru it is quite apt...these constant storms of life...my god, the shit we endure..and to what end..sometimes nothing seems to have a purpose or a reason, no rationale..but still sitting under the storm of life, I have to give ms. Persephone credit, she has always been there to listen to me and to help...

♦♦♦♦♦

♦ French Toast Assassin is anxious...constantly anxious.

♦ French Toast Assassin is 'The Care of the soul' - Thomas Moore.

♦ French Toast Assassin is random music.

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