this time of calm

I look back now and wonder how I stood the strain,

Each time with you was like a brutal hurricane,

Wind-lashed and swept along the shore,

Desire, a maelstrom, held me in its core.

This time of calm which offers rest in your demesne,

My integrated heart professes to remain.

Intact within the aura's sun-swept dawn,

A morning-glory flowering on and on.

By

J. Lorna Strayer