Fallen branches strewn amid shredded autumn leaves
the storm found our home after all
torn planks of wood and rusty nails litter all that once had been
such a mess of the inner realms

Hurricane passing through lands adrift
the eye of the storm is ever near
bleak outlook upon misty mountain shores
washed away by gales of periphery winds

So much destruction, so much potential
potential lost then found then lost again

Potential creation draws near
here, stay with me, here
watch, see, feel, breathe

Sunshine from the west,
a sign that even backwards nothing ceases
time forever morphed into our greatest fear
time we will find once again.