Passing Storms

I can feel it coming, I just don't know where from. Perhaps it is one of those moments to just shut the eyes, tilt back the head, as if silently saying to the Heavens 'whatever is next, send it to me!' and taking it, allowing the magic to envelop oneself. I can only be all that I am, growing, inside those eyes careful enough to watch closely, to observe the days, of love and other things. The storms, passing, warming our chances, leaving us behind; Sorrow, the army, always at the side. Tempting forces, always with love. You are the arms of the one who holds you dearest.