COMING STORM

Glory, in heightened splendor, hovers over hearts
Plunged into visions of darkening future
Hidden now, behind storm clouds
Driven by quickening change.

Time stumbles.

          The ear attunes to music
          In each passing day.

                     The eye sees color
                     Never seen before.

                                Laughter comes out breathless.

                                           Friends grow more dear;

                                                      Glory comes

                                                                 Closer.