In the Wake of the Storm

After the fire's flames have ceased to burn brightly,

and the embers turn cold to the touch

When the smoke clears and the debris is swept off the street

by the whistling winds, will you come and find me?

I'll be waiting for you in the dark; with one ear to the ground.

I'll know It's you;

the gentle snapping of twigs and the calm of your breath.

I know the beat of your heart; 

like a bellowing war drum.

Strong and steady.

How could I forget?

There you stand; a warrior among men.

We'll take on this fight, you and I.

Partners.

Us against the world, remember?

Like you always told me.