Tonight
my body is a gift
out of this storm of elements

I'm a lighthouse on a rock
out in the sea,
this elemental storm
throwing up roaring breakers;
dangerous flowers of false light,
around my world

Tonight, strength and un-pain
visits me,
and Kuan-Yin allows me
answer no. 68,
as if the powers of the living
and the dead
have taken me
aboard their ship of dreams,
magically,
out of nowhere,
lifting me through the throbs
of fear and pain,
above this roaring,
into fresh air, easy to breathe,
and a light sense of functionality

Through the dark walls of night,
new strength pours down
my very now

When the light comes,
it may be cold and dark
and not easily regognizable,

but it has wings