When I come to you,
I’ll come not as the gentle breeze
On that warm summer night,
But as the raging storm beyond the calm
Hot. fierce. unyielding,
Until nothing remains in its wake.

When I come to you,
I’ll come not as the rhythmic waves
Washing upon on the shore,
But as the furious tidal surge
Savage, ferocious, brutal,
Until all that burns has been quenched.

When I come to you,
I’ll come not as the winter snow
Falling softly upon the cedar boughs,
But as the deafening avalanche
Ravaging, suffocating, merciless,
Until all that once was is consumed.

You will ask and I will come,
And when all is done…
There will be nothing but silence.

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