Strength of the Night

You came to me suddenly like a gust of wind from the bluest of horizons.
I came undone when you fell on me like white and grey ashes.

You loved me because you thought I was vulnerable and small and soft.
I never understood because I harbor the strength of the panther of the night.


But I loved and loved ... like green grass, like flowers, like soft sand, like sunset, like sweet berries, like all things good ... I loved.

Now,
I feel differently now.

(who knows? maybe I was wrong.)

I am stronger now, less confused now.
I am strongest where broken.