Weathervane
Mists cling to me
Rain patters my soul;
Torments
With memories
Beyond my control.
You’re my haven,
My sheltering reef;
Where always in crises
I safely retreat.
I see, not with eyes,
But as my heart
Recalls words,
It's not rain
But your patter
In all that I've heard.
Your voice in my dreams,
Your thoughts in my mind...
You're the weathervane—
My heart is aligned.
I sort of chose this verse, saying I like it. Then I reread and I chose another...now I am stuck, I do not know which to choose as the one that strikes at my inner world.
Maybe this one says what I would love to say about such a person:
Every once in a while, maybe once in a lifetime, you meet someone with forever in their eyes - that's your compass, a weathervane through storms - your constant North Star. I would say I was fortunate but I prayed to meet her and all of the puzzle pieces fell into place.