The Flood

How to stand one's ground
When the flood drowns everything around
Conceals and buries under
How to rebuild and re-design
How to forge as whole and re-divide
Broken and torn asunder

How to speak without a sound
Without a voice utter the words profound
Into the silence
To comprehend and to abide
How to re-arrange and re-define
Emptiness inside

Cold winds of the North
Black waters and the frozen shores
Are waiting for the storm
No trails leading forth
No pathway to the woods
Forsaken and forlorn