Resorting to Candles in a Power-Outage

Whispers like a cloud sifting through the sky
A tragedy bound adolescent ascending the stairs
A cluster of bruises, a course set by the winds
The waning screams of authorities act as a lullaby
The tornado sirens become a comforting ideal
Reverberations of the sound of the city below,
A cranial configuration of concern
Balancing beam-- can you hover above the storm?
The sun is blocked, no more shadows, just a still absolute
A silence before the thunder, 
Have a cigarette to calm you in this silence
Here’s a light.