The Quiet Storm

The footsteps echo, retreating down the hall.

The sound, hollow and empty, reflecting off the wall.

The storm surge is high, with the doors open wide.

Torrents of rain come rushing through, unforgiving and wild.

The weight is crushing, no light to be seen.

As the winds swirl about, cold and grim.

My heart is drowning in the depths of despair.

With every moment a struggle in getting myself there.

I question the universe over and again.

Why bring me a love so deep and true, 

Only to have it end?

The echo retreats and emptiness sets in.

As the music dies within me, and the magic continues to dim.

I pray to the moon and a lone star appears.

As the universe whispers a promise of hope,

Of time and fate,

Quietly wrapped in stardust, protected against fear.