Tempest

Original Post: May 30, 2007

To you, she is stillness.
A calm tide washing upon the shore.
She is the softness of new snow;
She is the shyness of a child.

Only a few can see.
She is a wild fire, waiting for the wind.
She is a scream, biding its time until the parting of lips.
She is a tempest looming on a red horizon.

Only the lucky can catch a glimpse...
in the tilt of her head-
In the whisper of her laugh-
In the stirring of her eyes-
They, only they, can see her passion.