Beyond the Edge of Storm
In the present,
in this very moment;
there is a white shell,
of lonely existence
Within that shell,
your soul breaths;
and your inner self resides
Beyond your hearing,
far away from your sight;
there is a waiting storm,
over the western horizon
Within that broiling storm,
your quest remains hidden;
and your true strength resides
Beyond the waiting storm,
beyond its very edge;
there is a silent door,
carrying the seal of eternity
Across the threshold of that door,
understanding can be found;
and your actual destiny resides