I have become this whirlwind, a storm unleashed,
and I am silence and I am love and I am confusion.
The peace in the stars confounds me, releases me,
finding me, in the pages written are an endless sea.
Alone, always alone in fear and reality, a delusion,
losing the things most near, most dear, decreased.
These time pieces, the days and weeks of the year,
these are darker now, in hours slower and dreary.
What hope that guides a night's delightful dreams,
starry eyed wonder, in celestial rivers and streams.
We are tired and restless and of this world, weary,
so trusting in its splendor and conquering our fear.
Brian Francis Hudon
November 9, 2014