Whirlwind

As we slip

into grace

the forgotten

place

with your face

so dear

so warm

and near

we listen...

Outside

the wind

is stirring…

While here

in this night

of each other's

light

we receive

the blessing

of love

caressing

while outside

the wind

She whispers :

Now fate

it seems

will mend

your dreams

from broken darkness

to boundless moonbeams.