Wind

The eve of a change
  could they smell it in the air
    feel it in the strangeness of the wind
Locked away in that upper room
  was every shutter drawn
    hoping nothing would make its way in
Safe after all that had happened
  in a harbor of the familiar
    knowing danger was just outside
The threshold of change coming
  they don't want it yet, haven't asked
    shut tight against the coming tide
It will come, can you feel it
  pulling, tugging, the change in the air
    wanting to draw out, draw open at last
Not yet, the edge is still there
  the fear still lives in the room
    break away, drop the chains
Smell it, feel it begin to blow through
  wiping away every doubt
    birthing faith at last again