We are forged in the furnace
And tempered by frost
And the mists that rise
At our annealing
Are love.
We can be lost in love
And found.
Everything is connected
As the lightning to the ground
Without these clouds
The sky could not sing
I saw my love this morning
She flew to me
Out of the gloaming day
Her stern face questioning
As she flew with me
And then she turned away
But now I know
that she's still there
And she will find
her way back home.
#poetry