The Flood

How to stand one’s ground
When the flood drowns
Everything around
Conceals and buries under
How to rebuild and re-design
Hot to forge as whole
And re-devide
Broken and torn asunder
How to speak without a sound
Without a voice
Utter the words profound
Into the silence
How to comprehend and to abide
How to re-arrange and re-define
The emptiness inside
Cold winds of the north
Black waters and
The frozen shores
Are waiting for the storm
No trails leading forth
No pathway to the woods
Forsaken and forlorn