Sheltered from the storm

Can this be only about You?

Happy birthday, 2507. SFTS. Nina. Yanina.

As much as I now may like the day I used to dread, I no longer care for celebrating my own self.

Maybe this is about You, how You love Your own.

This one and forever… about You and no one else.

This is still a few hours before, and right now the sun is low.

I can see the wind, it’s somewhat looking more like a coming tempest…

I’m taken by the thought of You. A calmness, a storm.

You died for me, You took the wrath intended for me.

But You didn’t stop there, You healed this broken thing I used to be.

Here comes the tempest… big rain drops and gray skies, thunder, Your heart.

There’s no misery right now, no pain.

Here comes Your love, time and again,

Only You know the gift mom bought I had asked for, two pearl drops…

First You guarded me, then adorned me with sunflowers.

Here, Your calmness.

You endured… and if only for my heart You did it, how I love Your still waters.

-SFTS