Tempest

Tempest

i write with silence in my veins
for the cold summer rain
bears witness

i have been worn
as garments often are
in between the soft sheets
that blow
canyons
inside of
hearts

i have been washed
weathered
battered down
crumpled
whip lashed
sodden
gown

yet still i ride
through wind
and storm
howling rage
the tempests form

within the deepest
wisest reach
within my voice
contained in speech
is my one true love

so i lay admist
driftwood
admist the remnants
of your love

but then i rise
stand naked
free
before my god
that lives in me