In The Eye Of Silence
The sky went still, a breath held tight,
As dusk crept in and stole the light.
A whisper stirred through waiting trees,
Storm Floris’ here, the thunder teased.
The wind, once shy, began to scream,
A shattered hush, a broken dream.
The raindrops lashed the windowpane,
Each drop a dark and spreading stain.
The lightening split the sky in two,
A silvery vein in the evening’s blue.
Then thunder roared, too close, too loud,
A voice that shook both tree and cloud.
Yet in that chaos, she just turned,
Her world was quiet while ours burned.
We danced and twirled with storm Floris,
While she? She dreamed, in silent chorus.
By Janet Bosson
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