Disaster stroked the air
A sobbing child who cried
A distant remedy that plowed the night

"When was that night", I dared to ask.
And memory's retort was quick
To wallow in it's search
Oh` memory's deceit

Threw mirrors land and fear's domains
A courageous dive
A midday dose of clarity
A clearer image of what to strive for

And threw the times between
Disaster's stroke will echo
As ripples from the pond of remedies

There was something in the air