It’s beating on my eyes again

It’s blowing up my nose

It’s howling round my lips and mouth

And stealing my repose

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He dares not let it in, again

The chaos is too strong

It throws around the furniture

And wrecks the right and wrong

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I’d like to give a voice to it

But how to drink the wind?

I’ll have to keep him well subdued

Then see what else it brings

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A finer wine would be uncased

A deeper taste, an ‘I’ concealed

And leaden fear would drop away

To leave the laughing storm revealed

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©Stephen Tanham