After The Storm Has Passed Poem by Thomas King

Gone is your presence
But forgotten not is its place in my heart

Away from me you flew
Carried away by the storm
As its troubled winds whispered its lies
With its cool and moist breath

Promises of joy and ecstasy
As you spun wildly in its blissful chaos
Un-mindedly subverted
By its illusion of power and beauty

But eternal is my love
And forever shall I wait for your return
From the swirling torment
That has stolen you away

Resolved is my heart
And hopeful is my demeanor
That you will soon be reborn into my calm sky
As my patient arms await your intimate embrace