Awake The Storm Poem by Kevin Moore

We burn within the measure of a single heartbeat, marking the passing whisper of each breath as (in this moment, this instant frozen in time) our spirits rise into a midnight storm and our bodies become as racing rapids, refreshed and alive (life, the fuel on which this fire feeds) : with rising storm's surge our raging river breaks its banks, drowning out the lower places from where we rose as one. Now all lies still within this timeless place and we are at peace within the quiet of our sated hearts - bathed in gentle moonlight, covered only by the velvet cloak of night.