Even the Wind

I’ve awoken from the deepest dream
Night terrors left my landscape changed
I find my world, and the foundations of me,
Vandalized and rearranged

But where there’s life, there’s hope.

The friendships I made in waking sleep
Now apparitions I cannot reinhabit
But the promise stands from far away
As though etched upon some ancient tablet

And I believe from forgiven unbelief.

I feel more like myself again
The quiet girl who reads and waits
For the latter buds that sneak and bloom
Along the outer edge of the garden gate

Those late and mysterious beauties.

Though as by some raging, ruinous storm
I wake and walk through strewn debris
Detritus from a former life,
Razed remnants of the former me,

But through wild wind and heavy rain,
I find the Timeless Cornerstone unchanged.