Epiphany Poem by Barry Middleton

A storm is building fast;
for time can never last.

But now epiphany
has come to set me free.

I think of precious dawn,
where poetry lives on,

and how the mystery
became so clear to me.

I still recall the faces,
that memory embraces.

And I will not forget,
my passion and regret.

As lightning fills the sky,
I know I will get by.

And I will never hide;
the storm is but a guide.

It comes to ease my pain,
with rest and gentle rain.