You, my love, were made for storms.
Your eyes, colored like cloudy seas,
Peer through darkness to compass the horizonâ€”
Your hands built of strength
That manned dragon-ships on icy waves.
Your hair falls, a dark bird’s wing,
A flag held high though wind whips wildâ€”
Your body braced for sudden shock,
A seagull flying against unfavorable winds.
I have seen you beforeâ€”
Thunderstorm gray robs jewels from the sea
Wind needles the sand and froths the waves,
Birds seek branchy sanctuary
One last sunray gilds a darker cloud,
And there I see youâ€¦
Smooth, curved, sun-silvered wings
Free, wild, strong, dark, bright
You floated on my tears
My wish’s wind carried you away
swept you back as wellâ€¦
You, my love, were made for strong days;
Safe harbor’s yours, once weathered the storm.