through storm and bluster, cloud and cover,
worry and fluster, doubt and thunder,
we seek a way through.
though the way is fraught with unseen dangers and curious futures,
i will find a way to you.
of might and muster,
flight and flutter,
of whisper and mutter,
and bread and butter.
we seek a truth.
though we are finite and vulnerable, partitions are lowered and,
i see you in myself, and myself in you.
prepare for storms, pray for the calm.