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