The storm

It's etching closer with every look,
we know we're safe but fantasy rules.
Hear the winds growing stronger,
nature's howling threats.

You need no fear, but fear needs you.
It's reaching its slender fingers
Hoping for your unintended embrace.
So fear its fingers and leave them empty.

I am here to console your angst,
to wrap you in safe arms.
The storm is fast, and will soon pass,
so close your eyes and see what's here.