The Cataclysm Righted
My world crumbling, my sky falling, my fears rising in rogue waves
The stars streak down and I among them, all my flaws displayed
Foolish, forlorn, misbegotten -- my head distraught with noise
Harsh words striking, plucking, burd'ning--spoken in my voice.
Through the static, swirling maelstrom a hand took hold of mine
And then was silence, then came stillness, and followed peace of mind.
His tone a song composed of starlight, each syllable chosen well
Promising a celestial voyage jointly steering our caravel
To sail through nebulae and see wonders nowhere else procured
To find one home, and share one name, and build something 'twill endure.
Thus were the winds of life there bound and bent to our banded will
Subsiding not, nor ever tamed, but billowing 'til our sails filled
Standing together at the helm, looking over our journeyed way
We're set to rove through thick spilled stars each dancing their own day