Let Me

When vile
Storm
Tears apart
Your placid
Surface
Reaching down,
Meaning
To churn to froth
Your still depths
Let me
Breathe away the
Tempest
Let me
Calm the parts of
You
That no other can
See
With my touch
Let me
Smooth your
Surface
To once again
Shine
And
Reflect
Creation’s
Beauty


Ken Goree