Under the blanket of night worlds
Suddenly I understood
That I am glad of the storm.
And not because it’s Halloween,
For my thoughts are not gloomy at ALL,
But I hurry to bow to God.

The soul strains to meet the wind —
At last it has begun to roar.
It rustled
Through the treetops —
It heard me and answered.

Circle,
Whirl, swift, hasty.
You are strong — I know
That you are like that.
Not of today, eternal —
Not young
And not old.
Lift me
I wait.
But don’t break me.
I break a lot myself.
Better help me strengthen.