A Storm Passing

I see a wind scattered storm inside, black clouds

You must be holding it back with the skill of a master

Every tear must be fighting to see the light of day

Still, you let it swirl at will until all comes clear

Tiptoeing around the eggshells of a brittle faith

Being sure to keep the dark firmly in its place

But when the devils warn of their omniscience

My darkness dims your aura, keeps your light

Let the storm clouds flood my desert-dry basins

Embrace me, his love is not your obscured secret

Living it...