It's a strange and dark night,

The rain is gushing against the windowpane,
Then in the still cats fight,
Foxes wail, wind howls - I am pale with worry about you.

The sounds, the blackness and stubborn miles between us
My mind's delicate fingertips try to find you,
feeling around in that house where you might be sleeping or your thoughts still reeling with the madness of frustration.

The anger distorts you and you see the danger
Of losing sight of our love, abusing this gift of God;
Fear kicks in and insecurity descends, hear your own voice, you are more and more frightened.

Let me hold you, no matter you are still shouting, swearing - bold is my love, it's not wearing out, I'll soothe you and bathe you with quiet passion for life.

My first and probably last poem in English for my Jez with lots and lots unspeakable love (well, it was the first but wasn't the last on 10/6/2014)