In the storm
By LauraLME ©
I shall cry, silent like a blanket,
for you, my Joy, not to see my tears.
I shall sing melodies of hope,
for you, not to hear the lament
of my soul, echoing prayers of peace.
I will hold you,
shivering without tremors,
for you, to feel my strength and not my fears.
I will caress your hair,
blowing wind of serenity,
burying my torment in expanses of flowers.
I shall see with your eyes of wonder,
share the mysteries of life,
coloring with dreams the darkness of my secret pain.
I will stand fierce and solid
for you, not to see my weakness…
I will give you blue skies and hidden rainbows,
rocking the clouds to sleep.
Your little hands I’ll kiss
with light lips of tenderness,
to ease the heavy weight of our shadows.
I will keep you from falling
in my deep endless precipice,
protecting you from the storm
of the cold black night of my being,
where you are my only light,
my saviour, my Guardian Angel
blessing reason of my existence.