Thy storm is gentle, with added fire,
To purge by degree silent woe; tis true.
For spirit remembers when wind first blew,
And lifted charmed skyline a notch higher:
'Twas thy kindness which strikes memory most;
That sweet much underrated example
Of which too often common men trample,
Whilst active within some trivial boast.
Not forsaking thy words possessed of flair,
I make mention now of boldness with pen;
Such works overdue that I read again,
Committing mine eyes to lines more than fair.
Simply stated thy breeze is such treasure,
Which poetry alone may not measure.
Silver trophy winner
Adding your comment:
, this is such a touching statement of emotional struggles and resistance - showing beauty ..
