• Cindy Zampa

Edge of the Storm


Edge of the Storm

At the edge of the storm

There’s a portal, a way

To cross and be re-born,

Drenched if you choose to stay

Sunlight presses the dark

Darkness fades into light

Weeping clouds leave their mark

As the threshold burns bright

At the edge of the storm

There’s a portal, a way

The horizon brings word

Anticipation grows

Thunder rumbles the herd

Lightning bolt steals the show

Riders of the storm toil

Prairie grasses bend low

Wind disturbs ancient soil

Rain feeds parched earth below

At the edge of the storm

There’s a portal, a way

Never lasts evermore

Grows like fire and brimstone,

This too shall pass the door

At the edge of the storm

Fallen angel drifting

Phoenix rises above

Hands shake, ever sifting

Through the embers of love

At the edge of the storm

There’s a portal, a way

~Cindy Zampa~


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