Stirrings in the Night

The one you knew is gone.
Replaced by a sound,
strange sensation
and verbalization.

Realization that the world is passed,
going
and leaving,
all left behind
as all is all that it ever was.

Beginning and end
wrapped up in a cloth,
waiting
and
waiting.

Hope is coming.
Shattering storms of wind,
carrying debris
crashing to the soul.

Hope in a hurricane,
destructive light
providing a way out.

Oh how hope is coming.