Welcome Destruction

You saw them coming

I didn't.

The doubts

Like rain clouds in the distance.

You took precautions

I couldn't.

I never felt the danger.

I never heard it

The sudden intake of breath

That speaks of dread

Of tenseness.

Thinking back now,

How could I have missed it?

All that agst and the restlessness?

The downpour was sudden

Fierce and relentless.

The wind launched its assault

Determined and tireless

While my house shook and rattled

Defenseless.

I crouched and I cowered.

My voice died as I hollared.

But safe in your bunker

You couldn't be bothered.

I came through the waters

And the treacherous eye.

Shaken and weak

And somehow alive.

You saw them coming.

I never did.

The stormclouds in the distance

That washed our world clean.

Now as I stand here,

They recede.

Now I stand here

Watching you leave.

Now I remain

Alone to grieve.

Now as I settle in

And start to rebuild

It's odd that instead of sadness,

What I find is relief.  

Gentle Arousal

The first rays break through the dark

Dissolving the walls of solid black with hopeful light.

The air is fresh, unsullied as yet;

The silence, untainted with sound-

A blank canvas

Awaiting the first tender stroke

Of the Artist's humble brush.

As the radiance steals over land and river and sea,

Colours peep out from under blankets of grey 

And stretch their limbs over their surroundings,

Drawing the world out of drowse

And into a vigilent state,

Awakening sight and sound,

Arousing smell and taste.

Restoring feeling and thought.

And night gives way to day.