The fog is lifting
I can nearly see your face
Not sure of the forecast
I'll plan accordingly in case

Never knowing what tomorrow brings
May bother some
For me the ebb and flow of life
Makes me want to come undone

As long as there is rhythm
Between us I feel alive
It's when the water's stagnant
I become the sacrificed

I do not mind the to and fro
It's movement of the living
The silence quietly kills me
Like darkness unforgiving

Ups and downs I can tolerate
Some are frightened by the teeter totter
It's the deadly stillness I cannot take
Not sure what's the matter

Some call is chaotic
I bask in its splendor
The fog is lifting
Nothing left to remember

You'll remember the storm with fear
I am frightened by the calm
The silence before the storm scares me
Less than that which exists after it's gone

April 11, 2014