Henderson's

The silence in the cold dark

So much like a rustle in the heart

Its whisper vague flows

Fading like twinkles

Ponder a wrinkle backwards

Its rain drops on wetland and heart

Tell me a story

Of starry nights and future lights

Being in one sky in Henderson's park

The heaven in fulfilling

Redemption's blood

A December sea

A December sea after the great hurricane

Remnants of waves brought by and crashed

Smaller and persistent towards each other

Never ending turmoil and thunder

I was and still on the little

Floating hereby and wonder

In all fear in nature's hails of laughter

I see you

Walking on the unending upheaval

Standing its ground on violent waters

Like a ghost in my fearful sorrows

But your light showed its glorious wonder

Speak and approach the little

Stilling winter and caress baby waters

I step out in the rumbling giant

Feeling your hand steering through mists

And piercing through the engulfing darkness.