You are my Rock
You are
the Rock,
being there
throughout the seasons of life.
You are
the Rock,
being there
no matter how I come.
You are
the Rock,
being there
when I move in clouds
and put on you
a costume of white fog
that almost makes it impossible to see us.
When I move around you
like a soft breeze
or like a harsh storm
you remain
the constant Rock.
No matter
in which shape I move,
you know
I am the wind.
You do not blame me
for the storm
nor for the breeze
as you understand my nature.
You see the wind
as a magic spell
surrounding
the rock.
As I come and go
in shifting motion
searching across the endless sky
you remain the constant Rock
In my own turbulence,
I can find anchorage
when I swing around you
- my constant Rock.
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Love,
Rose
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