the path of the earth

he came to us
riding on the back of a storm
and i went out to meet him
so see his laugh
the sincerity in his eyes
and while we loved
i felt a fear
that the earth was less solid beneath my feet

i turned away
to safety i returned
until a storm rose up
and took him away
it was then i understood
that i chose my tears
instead of his hand
and the path of the wind